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morbid-things · 3 months
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Appropriately Unhinged Finnish Music Scene Extended Universe Explanation (?)
For @zomb1edude <3
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This is a simplified, rudimentary web of the connections between people in the Finnish music industry, namely between connected fandoms.
I started in the Blind Channel fandom in 2021 after ESC, and these are the connections I've explored since then <3
putting this shit under the cut because it's LONG
BLIND CHANNEL
Blind Channel is a ""nu metal"" band (not really. they say they are so i just go "alright sweetie" <3) from Oulu, that's been active since 2013. The participated in ESC in 2021 and got Finland's second best placing since Lordi won in 2006, before Jere crushed their gay asses with Cha Cha Cha :) (They sent Jere a Blind Channel T-Shirt :) )
In 2020, they invited their collaborator and collective boyfriend Aleksi "Alex Mattson" Kaunisvesi from Vihti to join the band, to which Aleksi did some cunty slutty flirty shit before saying yes, and becoming a permanent member as their percussionist/DJ/sampler/bottom.
Before joining, Aleksi was a producer and DJ, and he worked with Finnish Justin Bieber (and current Finnish Bojan), Robin Packalen, on bangers such as "Hard to Love" . which i haven't listened to. Blind Channel singer Joel Hokka asked him to make a remix of one of Blind Channel's songs (Alone Against All) through DMs at one point, and Aleksi just fucking forgor and ghosted him for a reasonable Couple of Months. (And then Joel was all :( and "who does this twink think he is" until he and their guitarist, Joonas Porko, ran into him at a BMTH concert. because finland is a village).
Aleksi also worked with Joonas "Johnny" Parkkonen before joining. Johnny still works with Blind Channel, and they're friends and they hang out :) you can even read Joel/Johnny fanfiction if you want. This leads us into our next section, which will lead us into the rest of the web because Holy Fucking Shit This Guy Is Everywhere
JOHNNY PARKKONEN (+ Santa Cruz)
Johnny's probably the most important name on this list because he fucking works with EVERYONE. He's hanging the fuck out and producing music with everyone. He'll probably end up working with Jere at some point or another. He's fucking and sucking his way through Finland's music scene and he's showing no signs of stopping.
Johnny's also important because he's a former member of the band Santa Cruz, which he was a member of from 2007-2018. He played as a guitarist and backing vocalist, even though he probably should have been the lead vocalist, because the real lead vocalist, Archie Cruz, Cannot Fucking Sing. We Will Fucking Talk About Archie At Some Point.
At the time that Johnny was active in Santa Cruz, the band's lineup consisted of him, Archie Cruz, Mitja "Middy Cruz" Toivonen, and Tapani "Taz Cruz" Fagerström (lmao faggot name).
Every Single Fucking Person Except Archie Left The Band At The Exact Same Time (Because archie is a piece of shit and we should kill him with knives). They kicked his ass off the tour bus in the middle of their US tour because he Fucking Punched Johnny in The Fucking Face.
Luckily, because of their decision to leave, Johnny, Middy, and Taz, have been free of Santa Cruz and Archie's Fucking Bullshit for almost six slutty, slutty, years, and ALL of them are now involved with My Beloved band Lost Society.
LOST SOCIETY
Lost Society is a metal band from Jyväskylä, formed in 2010. Johnny's been working with them for a while, at least since the writing of their fourth studio album, No Absolution. Lead singer, guitarist, and resident faggot, Samy Elbanna, has called Johnny "The Godfather of Finnish Music" and has Probably Fucked That Guy. Johnny and Samy are close friends and there's a lot of personal shit on LS's sixth album, If The Sky Came Down, that Johnny helped with </3
Taz actually JOINED Lost Society after their drummer, Ossi Paananen left in 2020. Samy REALLY wanted Taz to replace him, and he even asked for Johnny's blessing, like he wanted to marry him. He probably did want to marry Taz, because Samy's so fucking insane about being separated from Taz for any period of time (bro is on instagram saying things like "i haven't seen taz in a WHOLE WEEK :(" and things of that manner).
Not sure what the fuck Middy does anymore, but he's at least been doing SOME kind of touring stuff with Lost Society, because I've seen him in the tour pictures, and they're having so much fun together :)
Middy was also on the episode of Silent Library Suomi with Lost Society, and he fucking crushed bassist Mirko Lehtinen's kneecaps with a metal pot while he was there.
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Lost Society ALSO went on tour with Blind Channel last year (ithink), and they had lots and lots of fun together and also a bunch of my friends went to those tour dates and i Wasn't Fucking Jealous At All [<- clenching my fists so hard they bleed]
SHIRAZ LANE
Lost Society and Blind Channel have both also worked with the Vantaa-based (VANTAA MENTION!!!!) glam/sleaze metal band Shiraz Lane, a band that Johnny has ALSO worked with. Shiraz Lane also has a Metric Fuck Ton of connections, as displayed in the web.
Shiraz Lane played as support for Santa Cruz on tour in 2015, during which point lead singer Hannes Shirazlane Kett had to deal with Archie Fucking Cruz that whole time, and was probably the reason Hannes was sniping at Archie during this interview between Shiraz Lane, Lost Society, and Santa Cruz.
(Content warning for use of the r-slur (used once) and faggot used in the derogatory way in this interview because they're mid-2010s straight (?) (mostly) white men)
Because Shiraz Lane is from Vantaa (VANTAA MENTION!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS A LARGE POPULATION!!!!!), they also have connections to Käärijä!! particularly Jesse has connections to them!!! Jesse has a surprising amount of connections!!!
JESSE VOSS (MY WIFE)
Their drummer, Ana Willman, supposedly went to high school with Jesse!! Yippee!!!!!!!! there's lots of pictures of Jesse and Ana together, and they've played shows together, with Jesse on vocals and Ana on drums! Polycule Behaviour! love these finnish faggots.
Middy's also involved somehow with Jesse and Shiraz Lane but I don't remember how. Middy's liked a bunch of Jesse's old posts, not so much his new ones. The most probable explanation is that they're ex-boyfriends. They've also both worn gauzy faggy little white tutus before, so that's another connection.
Jesse's also following Johnny on instagram, and is also followed by Santeri Koppelo, who is Blind Channel's tour manager <3 tour manager solidarity forever <3
Naturally, Jesse's connections to the other Finnish music scene ties perfectly into the parts of the scene that Jere's connected to :) the pokedex has come in handy for me of course :)
JERE
Jere's boyfriends include Kuumaa, a band that Guess Fucking What, Johnny has worked with! Johnny has also worked with his girlfriends, including BESS and BEHM! I fucking Told You he was sucking and fucking his way through Finland.
He's also directly connected back to Blind Channel, by which I mean "yeah they've talked So That Counts". Blind Channel sent Jere a message before Eurovision asking him to take care of himself and they of course sent him a T-shirt as a token of their love. Jere also liked Dark Side (BC's ESC track. which johnny worked on)
Blind Channel and Jere are both connected to the International Extended Polycule, as Jere has his Joker Out and Tommy Cash, and Blind Channel has all sorts of boyfriends from outside Finland, including Electric Callboy and Damiano David Måneskin (one of Jere's one-sided boyfriends also <3)
That concluded my post for now because i'm definitely missing stuff and i also need to make a hwole other thing about archie because Holy Fucking Shit I Hate That Guy . open opportunity to anyone form the BC/LS/SL/Ex-Cruz fanbase to contribute now.
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darqchilddaydreamz · 9 months
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The Mayans belong to FX. My heart belongs to these fools & these stories belong to me.
Reblog! Comment like it sends me a thrill...cuz it does ;)
P.S. pls be gentle... ya girl's nerves are SHOT! P.S.S. Every word of this is @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna 's fault. Look what you did, babygirl.
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Coco Cruz
Normally when you hit the clubhouse you and Coco part ways for a while. You would go hang out with a few of the girls you knew while he joined his brothers, talking shit and laughing. Eventually coming back together to check in and chill together, but tonight you were glued to his side. He didn't mind you snuggling up or sitting in his lap. Coco loved that you were openly affectionate, he blossomed under it and it left no doubt in anyone around that you were his. He needed your sweetness but he also liked how you were a sneaky tease - quietly whispering nasty little nothings whenever the activity in the room had the other's attention, then walking away a picture of innocence. Finding ways to get inside his clothes, startling him with the sudden presence of your teasing nails or warm fingertips on his skin.
As the night went on, you asked to wear his hoodie and he didn't think anything of it. He handed it over, assuming you were going outside for a while. But after a few minutes you returned with a beer for him and he thanked you with a kiss on your forehead, talking over your head while you wrapped your arms around him.
"Coco?"
"Yeah?" he said, still listening to the conversation going on.
"Coco."
"What? Hold on a fuck-,". Frowning, he looked down at you, and his sentence trapped in his throat.
You had unzipped the front of his hoodie just enough to show him that you were no longer wearing your shirt and his favorite teal lace bra, cupping his other two favorite things perfectly, were staring back at him.
Zipping it back up quickly, he gave you a dark look and you stared back letting him decide what to do with your silent message. You grinned when he grabbed your hand. "We gotta fuckin' go, bro. Later!" He tossed out the goodbye without waiting for an answer and drug you out of the clubhouse and down the stairs behind him.
He didn't say a word to you on the quick tense drive home. Sensing the sharp edges of his energy, you bit your lip every time he gunned harder to shift gears. Entering the house, he closed the door and pressed you against it. Pulling away from your attempt to wrap your arms around him for a kiss, his dark eyes shimmered and his hand closed around your throat. He didn't have to tell you how much he enjoyed how wide your eyes were. The way your chest heaved trying to get a full breath in had his hardness jutting into your thigh, doing all the talking for him. He yanked once on the sleeve of his jacket you were wearing, "Take my shit off."
Slipping out of his hoodie, you let it fall to the floor and stood frozen while his eyes traveled your newly exposed skin. Taking three steps back, his eyes never left your teal-covered treasures while he lit a cigarette. Tipping up his chin, he exhaled harshly. His voice gravelly and tight uttered a command that weakened your knees.
"You know what? Take all that shit off."
Coco didn't so much as remove his cut while you abandoned your clothes in a messy pile beside your feet. Stepping into you, he traced down your arm. "You wanted to stir up shit tonight, huh?" The lightness of his touch was a sharp contrast to the menace in his voice, "Fuckin' wit' me all fuckin' night."
You didn't even notice his fingers had wrapped up in yours until he tightened his grip and pulled you forward, his mouth so close to yours you shared a breath. "I got you, tho. Believe that shit. Bring yo ass."
Pushing you to sit down on the center cushion of the couch, he pulled over an armchair and sat down across from you. Pointing at you with his cigarette, he looked you over. "A'ight then…since you such a badass flashin' yo tits in the middle of the fuckin' clubhouse…lemme see my shit."
Leaning back on the couch, you bit down on a smile and brought up your feet to rest your heels on the edge of the cushion, spreading wide. Coco's face lost its hardness for a millisecond. The look that passed over his features, the way he licked his lips had you clenching your fists for wanting relief from the deep throbbing that had begun at the clubhouse and had only intensified with every passing minute since leaving it.
Wanting more, he taunted you, "What you gonna do with that, huh?"
You touched lightly across your stomach and lower, while he adjusted in his chair. When you trailed your fingers over your clean-shaven parted place, Coco smashed out his cigarette and unfastened his pants, releasing his hard length. Holding himself with his thumb tracing under the rim, he watched your fingers slow dance between your legs, dipping down for more silken moisture and spreading it.
Holding his throbbing erection in his hand, he began to stroke slowly, his eyes blazing. "I wanna cum just lookin' at you, you know that shit, right?"
"Me?" Slipping your fingers between your folds making faster circles, you sigh. Coco groaned unable to look away.
"Goddamn it." He stroked himself a little faster. "You ain't right wit' this shit, baby. You ain' playin' fair right now. Fuck!"
"But you told me to, baby." You whine, more because of the helpless look on his face than your own fingers expertly bringing you completion.
"I know," he groaned, slowing his movements, gaining control of himself again. "There's so many fuckin' things I wanna do to you."
It sounded more like a threat than a promise and your entire core clenched as if he called it by name. Unable to wait any longer while he thought up another pseudo-punishment for you, you sit up. Licking your lips, you dip your eyes down to his length, "Gimmie that."
Coco chuckled, seeing the need in your eyes, "Why'on you come over here take it."
On your knees, you want his pants off but he slaps your hands away so you lick up his shaft, watching as his eyes widen the closer you get to his already leaking tip. Always so messy - you loved that about him. He couldn't hide his arousal if he wanted to. You draw up extra saliva on your tongue wetting your lips to be able to take him in. He watched as you enclosed his tip between your lips and more of him and more. Halfway down you worked your tongue up and down and around, caressing every vein-covered inch, while he dug one hand in your hair and the other gripped the armrest for an anchor to help him maintain control.
"Oh, fuck yeah. I love that tongue, baby. Like that." Losing himself, he gripped your head in both hands, and he let his head flop back. "Fuuuuck, that shit's bomb."
You lowered your head slowly, loving the barking gasps that came from him as you let him tap the back of your velvet throat, making swallowing motions that massaged him delectably and tightened the suction. He let go of your hair to grip the armrests, breathing deep to calm himself down and slow the escalation, pumping up into your mouth a few times before he told you to stop mid-groan. You refused, speeding up, wanting his salty release not only to please him but also to take the edge of his aggression and his focus on you. Only Coco wasn't that far gone, he knew what you were doing and he wasn't having it. His tugging hard on your hair forced you to release him. Your whine was a drug for him. Staring at your lips he got lost for a moment, then caught himself. He gripped your neck to pull you up face-to-face with him, calling you out. "You think you slick, don't you? You was talkin' all that shit in my ear before…talkin' 'bout how you wanted it all night. You think I'm stupid?"
He watched your face for the change, for the moment you recognize that all the power had been shifted back to him. Seeing the realization begin to reflect in your eyes, his mouth turned up in a half smile. "You tryin' ta blow me off so I can't kill that fuckin' pussy, huh?"
"No! I wasn't, Johnny!" Using his real name was your last ploy but he saw it for what it was.
"Yeah, you were." His darkened tone was shooting delicious pulses directly to the junction of your thighs, foreshadowing what was coming. Standing up, he held on to your neck, making scramble to your feet as he pulled you up with him. "Naw, you ain' punkin' out tonight, mamas. You gonna take this dick till I say it's enough." Turning you around he held you tight to his chest. You could feel the buttons on his cut in your back and his hand palming your hip. Switching his hold to your hair, he kissed down the side of your neck. "Who's fuckin' cat is this?"
"Yours!" Your response was immediate, blasting out on a gasp as he bit down.
"Fuck, yeah it is." He tightened his grip on your hair as his hand crept up your torso, capturing your breast and ghosting his palm over the tight peak. You shivered under the precise assault and his voice that was now a heated warning on your skin. "An' I don' wanna hear no 'stop baby'. No 'please'. No fuckin' 'wait'…none a that shit."
At this point you were squeezing your thighs together, rubbing back against him because Coco was talking himself up and you knew the staying power that came with that. You hadn't meant to push him this far and now you were in for you forward to the couch, he pushed until you climbed up, kneeling on it. Expecting to feel him nudging at your entrance you arched back, seeking his thickness, so when Coco sat on the floor, you had no time to mentally switch gears and prepare yourself. He tugged you down, his mouth already open, his breath hot on your vee. The zing that shot through you from his first slurping lick would have shot you through the ceiling, but his slim stature belied the strength in the arms he had wrapped around your thighs - you weren't going anywhere.
"You got the sweetest pussy, baby." His voice rumbled against your thigh, followed by a bite. Disarmed, you melted under the sweet sentiment but the stinging slap he gave your butt cheek smarted and had you squirming. Coco responded by giving you long flat licks from asshole to the very beginning of your split until you let out a whimpering cry clutching handfuls of his hair. Whining and rocking, you clamped your lips down on the sounds wanting to pour out of you for as long as you could. He worked you till your blood was lava rushing through your veins. Your breath came in tiny gasps as pleasure built up. You wanted more but Coco was keeping his licks and suckling spaced out, starting and stopping the caressing massage on your clit to build you up and then let you plateau, making you frantic for the next wicked motions of his mouth. This deviant was keeping you sensitive on purpose, he didn't want you too numb to keep going. Waves of heat washed over you again and again, you were so close but he was holding back.
"Johnny, please!" The cry fell from your mouth before you could think of the consequences.
He was out from under you and flipping you on your back before you could blink. He sat on your legs, his knees pressed into the couch outside them and leaning forward holding your arms down.
Wiping his mouth, his smile held a touch of sinister. "You trying to tell me what to fuckin' do wit' my shit?"
"I'm sorry!"
"Fuck that. Too late, baby."
Settled down between your legs, he watched you over the top of your abdomen until only his eyes and a flop of hair were visible to you. Resting his arm on your thigh, he squeezed your puffy lips together. Holding them tight between his long slim fingers, left only a peek of your clit exposed. Licking his lips, he opened his mouth wide and drug his tongue flat and wet up the center in a slow, long torturous lick. Your eyes flew open wide, your hands took in full handfuls of his hair while your back arched up tight, every muscle in your body tensed. The surface of his tongue scraping the trapped tip of your clit caused you to vibrate, mewling out a shaky, stuttering moan. "Oooooooooh! My God!"
Coco was an evil genius, holding your clit captive between your own lips, his head slowly swiveling up and down for the longest, continuous stroke his tongue could provide. Occasionally peeking up to see your agony, daring you to ask him to stop.
When he let go, you practically wailed from the blood rushing back to your tortured folds and the ache from your lack of fulfillment. Sitting up, he looked pleased with himself, stripping off his clothes as fast as he could. Wiping the tear gathered in the corner of your eye, he hovered over you so close that your field of vision was only his face. "See? See what that shit gets you?"
Watching you mouth the words I love you, Coco's eyes turned soft for a moment. His voice, full of adoration for you, softened his next words. "I told you, mamas. You don' get to tell me shit, right now. Matta fact, if you ain't screamin' my fuckin' name I don' want to hear shit."
You wanted to cry when he sat back up, fighting the need to pull him back down on you, missing his weight and warmth. Your eyes pleaded with him while he traced over your body, proud ownership of your pleasure shining from his. With his iron-hard thickness in his hand, he pushed you further. "You want it?"
Your nod brought a dangerous glint to his eyes and smile that told you he was about to remind you who ran things in the best way. Shifting to kneel higher up between your legs with his hands pressing your thighs down, he raised his eyebrows amused at your trembling, "Put it in."
Scrambling to get up on your elbows, you reach down to line him up with your opening, desperate for connection. Coco rocked slightly, barely helping, while you nearly bit through your lip to keep from screaming your only thought at him…Gimmie the dick, damnit!
Sliding in part of the way, he closed his eyes for a second, listening to you whine. He could feel you squirming and bucking trying to draw him all the way in. "Shit, baby," he rasped out, raking his hair back. "You wet as fuck."
His eyes were now glued to the spot where he was splitting you open. Watching himself disappear inside of you with his lips parted and his hair dangling in his face. "Squeeze it," he ordered without ever looking away from your connection. You clenched around him, letting your slick grip tempt him, loving the way his eyelids dipped. His face softened by the intensity of the sensations crawling up his body. Eyes wide and panting you waited for him, your fingertips brushing and squeezing his side, fighting the urge to drag him down onto you.
"Do it again."
Your tunnel's fluttering response to his words was involuntary, gripping him hard in three quick spasms. Your hips rolling up were also out of your control and the minute drag on his pulsing length snapped him into action. Leaning forward, he slammed into you with enough force to scoot you up into the armrest of the sofa and push a cry out of you. Overwhelmed by the wait, your first reaction was to try to push him back to lessen the deep dive but he immediately slapped your hands away from his waist.
"Naw, fuck that!" Torn between reminding you that he was the boss and his deep feelings for you, he leaned into every stroke, his voice guttural and frantic, "Take that shit, querida! I fucking love you! Aaaah shit! "
When he bent to kiss you, possessive and wild, you tasted your tangy juice on his lips and tongue. You gulped in air between the hip thrusts he issued that punched it all back out. Within minutes you were there, covering your mouth with your own hand to make sure no words crossed your lips that would make him stop again. Giving no mercy, Coco kept at his pace and his dizzying depth - his unrelenting hips slamming into you, even while you screamed into the free fall of your release.
"Unnnnnnnhh, goddamnit!" Feeling himself losing control, he raised up and quickly grabbed your throat, squeezing - not wanting your cries to push him over. Through clenched teeth, he gave voice to his desperate struggle to not come, "Fucking! Shut! Up! Fuck!"
You gasped and choked your way through your orgasm with him letting go in intervals to let you desperately suck in air. Changing tactics, Coco pulled out roughly, leaving you spasming around nothing, giving himself a brief respite from the demand of your milking walls. He dropped to the floor on his knees, turning you on the couch and yanking you toward him so your ass was on the edge of the cushion. Reentering you with renewed ambition for your undoing, he put both of your legs up on his shoulders leaving you to hold on to the back of the couch above your head while he drilled new life into you.
Your heightened delirium had your mouth hanging open. High cries and panicky gasps flowed out from you unfettered, mixed with long moans filling his ears with encouragement. Your need to hold on to him made your hands fly frantically to grip the back of his neck, his shoulders, his hair - anything and everything while your body wound tight around the next orgasm he was pounding out of you. His grip on your thighs that kept slipping from the sweat covering your bodies added to the feeling of being mauled, dominated. With both hands, he alternated between holding your thighs snug to him for the deepest dive and snatching you open by your ankles so he could see everything.
All you could do was chant his name as you crested again, this time taking him with you. Feeling the coil in his groin winding to the snapping point, Coco stood up to lean over you, lifting your hips up in the air. His final thrusts were fast, hard snaps, doled out with animalistic grunts as if he was fighting his approaching release the whole way. A litany of curses flew from his mouth, launched with the same force as the spurts of his cum spraying your walls, blending in with your cries, all of it washing over you as you convulsed. Despite his orgasm forcing him to drop one knee onto the couch in order to not collapse, his hips still involuntarily kept up just enough movement to keep rolling spasms running through both of your bodies. The room was filled with your whimpers and his loud, barking exhales as you pressed your hands into his shoulders and chest quietly begging for it to end. "Okayokayokay, baby! Please!"
With a long groan, Coco slid back to the floor as you slowly slumped sideways to be able to lay down on the couch, still trembling. Flopping his head back, he gathered his breath with his hair brushing your legs. Eventually, he grabbed his pants to dig out his cigarettes and lighter.
Humming out each exhale and still trying to collect yourself, you felt the sweaty knots in the back of your head, you smiled lazily and nudged him. "Baby…you ruined my hair.
Blowing his smoke up to the ceiling, he shrugged, "You the one made me dick you down, mamas." Turning to look at you over his shoulder, his mouth did its signature downturn on the ends before he smiled, "It ain't my fault."
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rpf-bat · 7 months
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Please enjoy this photo of Johnny and Taz looking fine as hell
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That’s Taz?! 😳 Why is he all made up like that?
Johnny looks very interested in his new look 😂
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samyelbanette · 13 days
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check out Middy third wheeling Johnny and Taz 😂
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He doesn’t look happy lol.
Let him have some sugar, too, Johnny! 😘
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cloveroctobers · 2 years
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RIO/MANNY x black! READER / Summer Prompts !
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A/N: y’all seem to like domestic Rio/manny from me and I’m here to deliver with some mess on the side ofc! This was supposed to be out before the fourth but…I was too lazy and unmotivated to write lol but reading some books that are collecting dust in my room inspired me to! Hope you had a fun and safe holiday IF you celebrate lmao. We only celebrate since it’s my big bro’s bday. Anyways!!! This was deeply inspired by all those fireworks gone wrong videos that seem to surface every year! Here’s a cute? Summer prompt. Hope this doesn’t flop like my others ones ✌🏽
WARNINGS: violence, violence, violence! Disability, trauma, mentions of edibles + language — if you’re familiar with my work then this isn’t news to you! 😆 + mentions of the punisher crossover but not overly important!
Song playing in the background while written if you’re wondering or not—it’s fine—
#11. Fireworks from this prompt list here.
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To cope with the fact that you almost lost the love of your life, you went out and bought a boat.
“Mama, what’s this charge on the joint account?” Manny scratched at his buzzed hair, looking at you underneath his lengthy eyelashes as he sat at the dining table.
You hummed as you placed your sleepy daughter, Emmanuelle, “Emmy,” into your husband’s lap. With ease he wrapped a arm around her entire waist as the 3C girl relaxed into her father’s chest, not talking his ear off this evening.
Plopping down in the chair next to them with your glass of Sauvignon Blanc, you slid the bank statement closer to your line of vision since you took your contacts out for the night. Your eyes scanned over the numbers from last month, resulting in you lifting your shoulders, nonchalant.
“Yes, that’s the boat I bought this summer for us to take out on the lake.”
Manny twitched his bottom lip to the side, slightly biting down on it as he deeply inhaled, “…we ain’t discuss that. Anything that’s coming out of our shared account is usually discussed and I’ve got a fantastic memory so…run that by me again.”
Raising your brows you huffed out a laugh, “oh yeah? How about when you spend thousands on toys for your baby girl?”
“I enjoy spoilin’ my girls, sue me.”
“And I enjoy retail therapy.” You challenged, raising your glass as you swallowed the rest of your wine before getting to your feet, “it’s your turn for night time duty with Emmy, i don’t think she’ll give you too much of a hard time tonight.”
Standing up, you leaned forward to place a kiss on top of Emmy’s almond scented thick hair and walked off with Manny watching you leave.
“Yeah, at least somebody won’t.” Manny muttered, as he lightly began to bounce the four year old on his lap.
Manny should have known that this was going to be hard for you. No matter how hard you tried to downplay the situation. You weren’t a stranger to the dark side, mostly everybody on your fathers side was part of the one-niners and although they tried to not include you in the stigma, you ended up with someone who was simply on the other side.
The wrong side.
The two of you been married since twenty-one and twenty-two and dealing with each other for much longer (17-18)…minus the times you broke up. There was no escaping what you had and what Manny was involved in. Usually people tended to keep you out of it all but it was almost next to impossible considering who you surrounded yourself with. You weren’t completely innocent, you learned at a young age with your dad and uncles in and out of prison and what small jobs were asked of you. This was the real time you had to get your hands dirty, when it became knowledge that the sons put a hit out on the Mayans.
All of the Mayans, including the Yuma Charter.
It was that gnawing at your gut that got you involved. When you haven’t heard from Manny and with the recent death of Canche, you did not have a good feeling. So with a quick call to your girls (real girl gang shit!) and cousins, you rode out for your man.
That was the first time you committed a crime or what you considered a real crime: homicide and everyone expected you to be shell shocked, much like you were in those brief moments you put Issac down on his got damn knees.
Not in the way that he wanted, that’s for sure.
“Y/N.”
Humming on your side now in bed, you didn’t bother to turn to Manny who rested beside you.
“Are we gonna have a honest conversation about you purchasing that big ass boat that’s sitting in the front yard?”
Keeping your eyes closed you continued resting on your hands, “What’s there to talk about? I bought it for us but if you don’t want to use it, I can always take the girls.”
“So you can throw ass at some horny college boys passing by?” You could tell Manny was shaking his head, “absolutely not. I know how y’all get with Julio in your system—it’s not even about the boat, it’s your mental behind that.”
“I always wanted a boat, I saw it, wanted it aaand,” You sung, “I got it. Next time I’ll purchase it from my account but it’s a family gift…so I didn’t see the big deal.”
Next time?
It was Manny’s turn to raise his brows.
“You know baby girl might be traumatized being in a big body of water like that.” He spoke.
That’s when you turned slightly to face him in the dim room. It happened last summer on a lake house trip in upstate New York, Emmy was in the water with your mother on a floaty. There was another boat close by with some college students on water ski’s. Somehow Emmy got away from your mother, ended outside of her floaty and under the water where her arm got caught in their blade. Your daughter almost lost her entire arm and that was probably one of the most scariest moments of your life.
Of course you took that into consideration, what kind of mother would you be if you didn’t? When you were growing up you were hardly a water person but your mother forced you along with your siblings to like it. Your father wasn’t much of a water person either but he preferred the lake over the beach any day.
“She might,” you answered, “but she’s gradually getting familiar with the water again after she received her prosthetic. We’ll have her safe in the kiddie pool. Not the lake. We all unfortunately get exposed to things we don’t want to, doesn’t mean we have to live in fear over it.”
Manny tilted his head at you, lightly damping his lips. “Mama. I understand where you’re comin’ from but we agreed we weren’t gonna do that, raise our kids how our parents did us.”
“Have you met your child, Manuel?” You stared hard at the man you usually adored but was on your nerves tonight, “she’s ambitious, quick on her feet, and will do whatever she wants when she wants, just like you.”
Manny rubbed at his mouth in thought. The last part sounded more like you but he wasn’t about to argue that, not tonight. It was evident you weren’t keen on explaining yourself fully to him, he figured that was only a conversation you wanted to have with your therapist. Manny meant to run up on the therapist after he left the club the other night but given that he was at war with the sons, he had to make sure he was coming straight home to you and Emmy. He wasn’t sure if the sons knew what you did but he was positive this would be a everlasting war, since more of their own were dropping like flies.
However that meant getting the one-niners involved since you were technically part of them. Manny made it his job now to inform the rest of the charters but it was to his surprise to learn Ezekiel Reyes now sat in the president’s chair. That was a problem for another day but right now his focus was on you.
“You know you can talk to me, right?” He pressed the side of his head into the crease of his shoulder.
Manny watched as your body seemed to release some of the tension in it. You smacked the back of your hand against his face, making him grab your hand to nip at your fingers.
“Duh, we’re in this for life dummy. I just don’t want to be vulnerable around you right now, want to focus on the positive and moving forward. Is that too much to ask for?”
Manny could respect that. When you were growing up you were much more sensitive when he first met you, he found that shit cute and poked fun at you, cooing, “sweetheart!” Whenever he greeted you. Life has a way of changing you either for the better or the worse, manny was still unsure where you fell on that line; especially now that he put you in the position to save him from being burned alive.
He lifted his thin frame off the bed to slide in beside you as you rolled back onto your side. He entangled himself with you, cuddling you like you were his damn pregnancy pillow, smushing his face against the side of yours.
Sliding a bit against your champagne colored silk scarf you laughed as he clicked his tongue in irritation. It was his own fault for having dewey skin and thinking he could just rest comfortably against your scarf like that. He knew what the deal was so he shouldn’t be acting brand new.
Once he was comfortable fidgeting his face around, he let out a small sigh as he squeezed you tight against him.
“Aight focusing on the positive, got it.” He responded after awhile, “want to hear something that I know that you don’t?”
“Um…”
“Your moms planned a gathering here at the spot for the fourth. Called me about it and said she’s tired of having it at her place and that it was time for us to host, her words: we had a big enough break since Christmas.” Manny stated making your eyes snap open.
He wouldn’t allow you to turn and face him with how snug he had you in his arms though.
“How the hell is that positive? Basically she just told you what the fuck she’s gonna do? Not ask?! The fourth is three days away, we don’t have enough time to plan for that shit! You have shit going on at the club, I’m frequently at therapy now while still managing a boutique, on top of that with a hyperactive four year old—I don’t even like having people in our house and she knows that.” You grumbled.
Manny laughed, “and you said baby girl gets doing what she wants when she wants from me? Yeah aight. That’s all your side.”
If your arms weren’t locked in Manny’s arms right now, you’d elbow the shit out of his ribs.
“Don’t stress, we always make it work don’t we? Just relax and try to get some sleep, I’m right here.” His smooth voice provided you the comfort you needed as the night shined on.
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The night sky began to burn in navy blue with specs of pearls that waved hello. The cookout seemed to fly by pretty quickly despite the stress your mother placed on you. She always had these bright ideas but at least she was here to help out with setting up and making sure the food was right. With everything going on you wanted to cater but your mother wasn’t having that…which meant more work. It was almost as if this was thanksgiving and Christmas all over again with how much dedication she put into it all. If showing up at nine in the morning didn’t speak for your mother, then there wasn’t much more you could say to convince anyone else.
“Your mother means well,” your father would always excuse—until she pissed him off that is.
So you had his voice in the back of your head whenever she ticked you off throughout the day. Once the woman had a edible mid-afternoon she calmed her boisterous attitude down for awhile until one of your best friend’s, Cherish requested the DJ—her on and off again boyfriend to play one of Chris Brown’s tracks from his new album, that your mother came down from her high. It was already a sight to see your mother act a fool to Al Green but it was a whole other thing once she heard Chris Brown.
True embarrassment was felt even when your no good friends and cousins hyped her up. You been seen enough, keeping your distance across the yard as you mingled with a few old friends that came up from NYC: Frank, Karen, Billy, David and his wife, Sarah. Manny wasn’t that found of the three men, especially David but he kept it cordial as you did the same with Ezekiel and Angel Reyes.
You weren’t sure what Manny was thinking by allowing not only the brothers but the rest here at your home, your supposed safe haven. They maybe working together and Manny was still holding onto the benefit of the doubt when it came to EZ but you knew Manny was smarter than what he was playing at.
It was hard for you to hide your emotions when you didn’t fuck with people, so you didn’t hold your tongue when your husband introduced you. You found Angel big headed (literally) and annoying much like your late friend, Johnny Cruz told you he was. He was basically a man-child and you heard the gossip from other women who were friends of your girl-friends how he couldn’t get his shit together. You knew men like him, shit, you fucked men just like him in college when you and manny weren’t together. So to have him standing here in your home simply annoyed you. It was projection sure but you couldn’t really help that.
Ezekiel on the other hand had this arrogance about him. You only heard some of the chatter the Yuma charter would say once they all became acquainted and it was clear they didn’t fuck with their side. However Manny was one to always look at situations from all perspectives…which was odd to you since he made it clear he would kill and die for your child. EZ seemed to be analyzing you as much as you were him, although he had such a charming smile, you saw darkness in those honey wooded eyes.
So you kept your distance from most of the Mayans, mostly speaking to Marcus, his family, and what was left of the Yuma Charter, if you weren’t speaking to your own.
The night was running as decent as could be until a pop ripped through the air. It seemed as if you almost stopped breathing, your head searching for the cause of the sound as smoke flew into the air; before multiple pops ripped in the sky; forming colors.
“Now who the hell?” You heard one of your friends ask.
You heard manny call out, “yo, primo Jamal! This what we doing? Give me a signal next time, man.”
You noticed all of the clubs holding onto their straps.
Your cousin, Jamal, grinned from his spot from the side of the house, “just had to make sure these old things still work my guy!”
“Okay, nobody told you to do that tho.” You called out, eyes in slits.
He kissed his teeth, “everybody else startin’, we can’t go out like some punks! Gotta show ‘em what we got!”
“I’m with Jamal!” Angel agreed, beer bottle held up in the air.
Your glare was now on the taller bearded man across the yard and Manny held his hands out to you, telling you he would handle it. He motioned to the DJ to keep the music going as he waved the Mayans from both charters to follow him to a few of your cousins that huddled together. Shaking your head you inhaled air through your smile as you turned back to the conversation you were sharing with your amused sibling.
What happened next may or may not be triggering. With the music down, the smell of charcoal still lingering in the air, stomach’s full, and gentle night breeze swirling around, most gathered around to watch the fireworks decorate the sky. You could hear in the distance other fireworks going off and what seemed like a nice way to end the night, quickly turned into another nightmare you didn’t need.
The first and second round of works were cool, pretty even but as the third was starting you found that you wanted to be under your man’s arm with your daughter clinging onto either of you. You quickly became bored with the continuous popping and began to move through the yard as everyone watched in awe or brought their phones out for keepsake. As you were making your way through the yard, you had that feeling in your stomach again, making you pause.
A garbage can was smoking on the opposite side; away from where mostly everyone was gathered. Before you could pry your lips apart, the garbage can lifted from its side into the air with the deafening sound of a BOOM that shook the ground. You flinched, watching in horror as your backyard filled with smoke, sparks flying rapidly and shooting towards the windows of your home.
You were sure you would need window replacements now.
“Y/N!” You heard Manny yell over the screams of your running guests.
The can began to spin at the impact once it fell back to the ground, spitting out more fireworks towards any and everybody. You spotted your cousin Jamal laying on the ground now, a great distance from the garbage can.
Before you could make your way over to his stupid ass, the smoke began to make your eyes burn as more fireworks went off from all areas of the backyard now. You felt a hand grip your wrist and yank you through the smoke and away from possible damage.
You panted as you now stood in the street, slightly choking as you used one hand to hold onto one of your thighs. Rubbing your eyes you faced Manny’s who watched you in concern while he held onto Emmy, who clung to his neck.
“You okay, mama?”
The sound of the mini explosions made your heart pound. Using the back of your arm you wiped the sweat that began to form at your forehead and shakily gathered your hair up to air your kitchen out. Swallowing, you folded your fingers into your palms silently motioning for your child who easily gripped onto you, swinging her legs around your hips.
“If Jamal isn’t dead, I’m gonna kill him.” You gritted.
You hugged Emmy who giggled against your neck, “mommy, that was fun!”
Fun? It was time for her to go to bed, for real.
You snapped your head back at Emmy who giggled up at you and you shook your head as you placed her head against your chest. You mouthed to Manny who bit back a smile, “thats your crazy child.”
The lanky tattooed man leaned towards you, pressing a hand into your shoulder as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You’re alright. We’re alright. Right? Everybody okay?!” He turned to the guests that stood in the street.
“Hell nawl!”
“I think I done shitted on my Versace.”
“Yes.”
“Yeah.”
“What a party!”
“I guess.”
“Do we look alright to you, homie?”
“The hell was that?!” A few of the Mayans echoed after the short troll doll looking one, you think Manny said his name was Bishop, exclaimed.
You noticed Ezekiel nodding his head for Manny to head his way and it was your turn to grip his wrist. Immediately he faced you, his eyes soft but questioning before his mouth did.
“If anybody is truly hurt, and I hope to God they aren’t. they’ll think this is the son’s doing but if it turns out to be the Reyes brother’s…this is going to be a real fucking,” you whispered the swear knowing you had your daughter in your arms, “problem, I promise you.”
Manny searched your eyes, noticing the major shift in you since you had his back weeks ago.
“I know, y/n. I hope that’s not the case, for their sake. I got us, always.” He pulled the both of you into a long embrace.
Boldly you responded, “me too.”
You pulled back, peering up into his eyes to let him know you meant that, in which he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and dipped his head at you, squeezing your shoulders, he leaned forward to peck your lips quickly before spinning on his heels to handle business, as usual.
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winnie-the-monster · 4 months
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bailwhoreganaxoxo · 1 year
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I actually ghostwrote this tweet and it’s about this bitch specifically.
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e-von-dahl · 1 year
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Samy’s Instagram story
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Johnny: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone. Joel: Mine just says "Joel no." Johnny: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.
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morbid-things · 3 months
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Archie Cruz Long as Fuck Summary (Guy i hate and want to explode)
For @zomb1edude habibi <3
As a forewarning, there will be references to substance abuse, abuse, violence, predatory/gross behaviour, alcoholism, homophobia, racism, fatphobia, sexism/misogyny and pretty much everything awful that celebrity men do. Also this is the longest shit ever written.
Archie Cruz is one of the founding members and the frontman of the now-basically-defunct band Santa Cruz. He founded it alongside Johnny Parkkonen in 2007, before their bassist Middy and drummer Taz joined in 2008 and 2009 respectively. They're still Technically an active band.
Their current lineup consists of Archie (because he literally keeps dragging Santa Cruz's dead, dry corpse around when he really should just take it out back and shoot it like a dying beast), Brody DeRozie, Luke Man, and Wade Murff, all of which sound like fake names generated by someone trying to come up with fake American names.
And, for a four-member band, their past lineup somehow includes this list of former members. Their studio probably has a revolving door at this point.
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(the "somehow" is because archie is a massive piece of shit who poisons the lives and vibes of anyone who comes within a five-kilometre radius of him)
As I mentioned in my last post, all of the original members of Santa Cruz abandoned ship in 2018, in the middle of the band's US tour because Archie was a massive piece of shit who couldn't hold it together, and allegedly punched Johnny in the face (probably while Archie was drunk), breaking Johnny's nose. He was kicked off the tour bus and onto the street "like a pariah" (in archie's words). Maybe you were a pariah because you Fucking Suck, Man!!! Die Immediately.
Johnny said in a statement that he could "no longer be involved in a situation where [he has] to constantly fear that someone will do irreversible damage to themselves or someone else". Archie had been dealing with substance abuse, namely alcoholism, for some time now, and had begun to value partying and fame and the Shit of being a celebrity over his bandmates and music, and had refused help several times from the guys prior to the breakup.
Shortly after the rest of the band fucking ditching him in 2018, Archie was also kicked out of his side project, The Local Band, and was replaced by none other than Samy Elbanna Lostsociety !!! Love that guy!!! This is because archie Sucks, and samy elbanna is a wonderful little guy.
ANYWAY. Johnny, Taz, and Middy fucking ditch him (as they Should), and Brodie DeRozie, their current guitarist, is the first guy Archie tries to replace Johnny with. Brodie joins April 16th, 2018, and in an absolutely Hilarious move, ditches MAY 22, 2018. He later rejoined in 2022. For some reason. And is still there. Poor guy.
Brodie's 2018 replacement was Pavel "Pav Cruz" Popov from Russia, who joined in July of 2018. 2018 was a Rough Fuckin Year for Santa Cruz, and was the year that Archie probably should have gone "oh it's me, i'm the problem. that's why nobody likes me". He recorded fucking EVERYTHING on their fourth album himself, which is not a flex when you are supposed to yk. have a band play your instruments for you.
They also had a new drummer at this point but he didn't learn any of the songs and they fired him. funniest guy here.
In 2019 they got a New, New, New lineup, which included archie and pav, but ALSO included Toxy Cruz (<- hilarious name) and Eemi Lamberg. Eemi Lamberg is important, because he's iconic as fuck. Eemi left in May of 2020, and went on to be a part of the bands St. Aurora and Kirkkovene.
In an absolutely slay move, St. Aurora made a disstrack about Archie called "Falling (Another Way to Fly)", which includes lyrics such as:
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Santa Cruz also had a bunch of criticisms for stupid things, including being accused of plagiarizing music and Very Obviously lipsyncing onstage. However, lip syncing on stage does not reduce the quality of Archie's performances, as his voice is so grating to listen to that it makes no difference whether he's singing live or not. His singing sounds like he's trying VERY HARD not to shit himself.
Also, when Pav eventually left the band, they put out a statement saying it was "due to immigration issues" and Pav was like "No It Fucking Isn't". Pav leaving had NOTHING to do with immigration issues they just made that up to cover their asses, because everyone knows that Archie sucks the life out of everyone around them, without even sucking their dicks to make up for it.
In the Soundtrooper interview I linked in my last post, you can Tell how much everyone hates being around him, and I hate the interviewer for kind of feeding into Archie's ego. Hannes and Samy are both super cool, nice guys who usually have nothing bad to say about anyone who doesn't deserve it. But Archie just keeps fucking Talking, and he manages to get These faces out of Hannes and Samy just by existing, and probably because they've had to deal with him during shows and tours.
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He's also done a bunch of stupid, petty drama shit, because he knows his career is dead and bringing up relevant musicians is the only way to retain any relevance in the music sphere. He made stupid comments about Joel from Blind Channel (as well as. just generally about Blind Channel because they were thriving in Finland while Archie was shrivelling up like a dick in cold water), with incredibly Based And Cool and Alphapilled takes including "He's Copying Me" (<- to be read in a whiny, whinging toddler voice, but Worse cause he's a grown man)
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Archie's Based take was that Joel was copying him for you know.. being Blond, having long hair, and being a ""Little Cocky"". The problem with that statement is that Joel is a little cocky in kind of a lame, endearing way where he just gets really excited about his band's success and lets it go to his head a little, and Archie is such a Massive Fucking Dick that can't shut his fucking mouth and thinks he's the hottest shit in Finland and Also The World. And who thinks he. owns being Blond.
He also made a shitty comment about Johnny in a podcast or interview or something like that a few years after Johnny left the band (translation: when the band left Archie shivering on the American road like a wet stray dog in the rain), calling Johnny a "fat producer". Unfortunately for Archie, this did not affect Johnny's career in any way, and Johnny is continuing to slut it up in the Finnish music scene, unbothered and thriving.
Archie's bullshit doesn't end with him just being a general asshole, because you can be an asshole and you can suck, yet not do anything criminal or irreversibly damaging to other people. Archie is Not one of these people, because he's so Fucking awful that he doesn't end as just a celebrity dickhead.
The stuff i'm bringing up here is the reason why i have ZERO sympathy at all for Archie anymore, I hate his guts and I think we should Beat Him To Death with his own bones. I used to have some amount of sympathy for him, and I thought that when he went through rehab and sobered up he'd get better on some level, because substance addictions can do some really awful shit to a person's character (even if how they treat other people is still their responsibility). I thought that if we just left him alone and stopped giving him so much attention he could be a better person, and then I found out about how he Treats Women and Minorities!
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He generally talks about and treats women in a shitty way, but he's also been abusive and mistreating of his past partners. His ex-fiancee, Katelyn Cannella, came out with a video of her L.A. apartment, which Archie Absolutely Fucking Trashed after they broke their engagement. She also said that Archie had been abusing her mentally and physically for months.
Archie moved back to Finland immediately afterward, and I'm so glad that he's not anywhere near her anymore.
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Archie is currently engaged again!!! To a Fucking 20 year old, who he was dating when she was 19!!!!!!!! (archie is 31, and would probably go lower if it were legal. idc if that's true, he fucking sucks.)
They broke up for like, one night, during which Archie went to where she was staying and picked her up, claiming that they "couldn't bear to be apart" or Some Shit Like That.
It's worse when you have the context that they met on a reality TV show (Archie's been on at least two reality TV shows. including Survivor Suomi. they keep putting him on TV. Why.), and their relationship was Not That Deep, according to archie, and he made fun of her for taking it seriously. AND THEY GOT ENGAGED AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SO FUCKING MAD!!!!!!!!!!!!
He's also had a history of being generally homophobic, even asking a gay man ON CAMERA if he takes it in the ass. He also says faggot and calls things gay and [r-word] as an insult. in 2024.
One of his many former bandmates, Randy McDemian, had the honour of being called Randy Tortilla by Archie for being hispanic, because on top of everything else Archie is also a Fucking Racist.
TLDR: making a long-ass post about Archie Cruz isn't enough, i need to pop his head like a pimple.
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stanaclown · 22 days
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It’s almost 3 AM and I keep thinking about this one massive fanfic (?) that I found my accident that included mcdanno and possibly characters of Mayans MC and 9-1-1 because I vaguely recall the posters but I cannot find the autor and I’m going insane.
Pls help I will not go to sleep until I find this. I wanna say that the poster had Miguel Galindo’s face but I think it was a massive crossover with mcdanno and other things 😭
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rpf-bat · 7 months
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@tomorrows-unknown so, now you got me creeping through Johnny’s Instagram too.
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….I’m not gonna say a word.
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samyelbanette · 2 months
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This is so cursed looking that I didnt post it yesterday. But who tf is Sick Rubin? 😂
From Samy’s TikTok page. January 27th 2024.
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cloveroctobers · 2 years
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JOHNNY “COCO” CRUZ x black! Reader / SPRING PROMPTS!
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A/N: since I don’t/didn’t write nearly enough for him. *sigh* that’s all I’m going to say on that. My spring prompts were intentionally supposed to be fluff but…
WARNINGS; mentions of mental health, drug habits, some fluff, language, and dark times! Sad times!
Using: #11. fresh baked bread + #12. Walk in the woods from the spring OTP prompt list.
Track listened to while writing?
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They always say you don’t have enough time in the world. Most usually think the opposite and unconsciously live life like it’s any other day, that it’s limitless yet it’s anything but. For the last week it felt like there was just something weighing on your chest and your gut was telling you that time was running out. You tried to blame it on your clinical depression but this was different.
At the start of the new week you started to pay attention to everything more. How everyone in the house was on the go, you always at the bakery at the crack of dawn, preparing breads and pastries with your small crew for the morning rush, Letty doing instacart and showing up whenever she wanted or whenever her piece of shit boyfriend decided to pick her up, and with Coco…he was always on call. To you it just felt like none of you were spending enough time together lately and you wanted to change that.
Well…you attempted to.
The electric dough mixer down at the bakery decided to break after just spending $800+ on it a month ago—thankfully you had warranty on it so another one was being shipped out to you free of charge while the delivery service took the broken one off your hands. Bad news? It was on delay since apparently all the bakers wanted this dough maker so you had to wait two weeks for it. Which also means!! You all had to use your hands more, since there were only three available table top mixers.
“If the work becomes too much, just shut down for a few days, mamita. You deserve it.” Johnny suggested one night, the both of you sitting on your bed as he rubbed at your shoulders.
You leaned into his touch, reaching one hand up to rest against his hand, “Only if you take a break from the club.���
“…we’re not doin’ that tit for tat shit. And I already took a long enough break, don’t you think?” He stopped massaging you for a moment.
Sighing you answered, “yeah against your will, we all know you’re dealing with a disease.”
“Let’s,” he started to raise his voice and lowered his tone and softened his touch, “not go that route tonight. It was just a suggestion, you’re clearly stressed out and could use a break. And I’m trying to get back on track so it sounds like we all gotta do what’s best for us.”
You hummed, too exhausted to argue with your boyfriend for the night and slowly moved from his grasp. Coco’s intense eyes watched your entire being as you slid over to your side of the bed, reached into your night stand to tie your headscarf over your hair.
“Okay.” You finalized, reaching to toss the covers back as you rested underneath them with a yawn.
The man watched you for a moment before he got off the bed to flip off the light switch. Once beside you, he tangled your legs together and pressed his forehead in between your shoulder blades. Once you felt that you began to slowly close your eyes until he asked, “is it though?”
“I’m willing to spend time with not only you but letty. Our family. We have to find balance for each other here and you don’t want to call your health condition what it is…fine. You only want to share that at meetings? Oh-kay . We’ll do that your way but that’s part of life, we have to make time for each other. So…y’all let me know when we can fit into our busy schedule’s.” You mumbled, “goodnight.”
Johnny huffed out a breath against your back but tightened a hold on your waist for the night.
It was a Wednesday when Coco told you Marcus encouraged him and others to head out to Oakland this weekend and of course he took that opportunity. Coco could see that you were disappointed that he would be leaving and Letty seemed indifferent since she could always find something else to get into. Although the both of you shared deep conversations (only when Letty felt like being vulnerable that is) you knew that half of that was for show.
Although you knew this trip was for good measure, you had that sinking feeling sitting in your gut again. You were tight smiles as Coco talked about how good this would be to honor their fallen brothers yet you couldn’t help but to feel selfish about it.
“What’s your weekend, plans?” Coco asked, as he shifted you from the mirror as you finished twisting a section of your hair into a final knot.
He shuffled through drawers.
Pressing your tongue into your cheek, you breathed out a laugh and exited the bathroom. Coco shortly followed after you, tossing a arched tattooed leg up onto your bed to moisturize.
“What’s up your ass, huh?”
Your eyebrows raised as you glanced at him from over your phone. Facing your body in his direction, you turned your eyes into slits, “did our conversation two days ago not mean anything to you?”
The long haired man furrowed his brows, “you mean everything to me, you’re basically the other side of my heart, so yeah any conversation means something.”
Chewing on your bottom lip you deeply inhaled at that. You’d be a fool if you said those words didn’t make butterflies float around in your belly but you were more of a actions kinda person. Talking about the fairytales were always peaceful and it was always tough to get there but lately it felt like you were getting off track again.
Everything was becoming a routine rather than a necessity.
“So…you’re going to Oakland.”
He dipped his head, “I’ll be back early Sunday morning. You know it’s for a good reason.”
“Which I get…but it doesn’t feel right. Why can’t you honor your brothers here? Close to home instead.” You softly said.
Coco moved around the bed to plop down beside you, “‘Cause Marcus saw what efforts I’ve been putting in for this club. He trusts me to go out there and bond with another charter by paying our respects to something we share in common, the lost of family. I can’t pass that up. I know you understand that, right?”
“Of course I understand,” you huffed, “it’s a given when you get involved with someone in a risk taking club but sometimes I just wish you would put this family first too…what if you lose us?”
Instantly coco gripped your hand, getting you to meet his gaze. “Hey, I don’t ever want to hear you talk about that possibility. I don’t want to go back to that thought either, I had enough of that shit back on the mm.”
He searched your eyes which held worry in them. With his free hand he gripped your chin and ran his thumb gently over your brown skin, “I hear you though. As long as I got you and you got me, that’ll never be a lost. I even got plans for the both us tomorrow…oh yeah, I forgot to mention you’re taking a personal day from the shop.”
Coco watched as your frame brightened, almost like that special flower that needs the night to grow, at the news; despite the darkening bags that sat underneath your eyes. It was your turn to grip Coco’s now bare shoulder, “where are we going, johnny?”
“It’s a surprise, mamita. You better rest up.” He leaned forward to press a kiss to your cheek.
“How do you expect me to sleep when you just told me I get to spend time with my best friends tomorrow?”
Coco laughed pinching your chin, “you’re so fucken cute, mamita. I’m just happy that I can make a piece of my heart happy too.”
Pressing your lips to his, you pulled back while knuzzling your bulbous nose against his crooked pointed one.
“…Think you can help put me to sleep?” You questioned, caressing a finger against his bare waist.
His famous lopsided smile appeared on his lips, “I’d be honored to.” Before he pounced on you.
Letty wasn’t home by the time the two of you headed out. He sent her the address and told her to meet the two of you there if she wanted to be part of this moment and she sarcastically sent back some emojis in her typical teenage fashion. The two of you rode out of santo padre for at least half an hour and stopped on the side of the road, just for coco to blind fold you.
“So I know this is one of your kinks and everything bro but um, couldn’t we have discussed this before? I’m still trying to hold onto these lash extensions considering that money’s tight.” You responded, trying to loosen the hold on the back of your dome.
One thing about Johnny Cruz? The man was definitely heavy handed.
“We’re another ten minutes out, it won’t be that long. You can handle it, I promise.”
“I guess…” you trailed off, turning your head to where the passenger window would be.
You convinced your long time boyfriend that taking your car over his bike would be best, just in case Letty wanted to ride back home with you two. If you would have known you’d be off-roading a bit you would have saved your sweet Hyundai hatchback the trouble. Your eyes went wide as you felt the car rocking from side to side and thought you were on the verge of a car accident but Coco’s laughs and squeeze to your thigh gave some reassurance.
Once the car was in park, you sighed touching your chest before fumbling to unbuckle yourself from the car. Coco assisted you out of the car and stood in front of you to take the blind fold off.
Flinching at the partly cloudy sunlight you glanced around the man to see nothing but huge trees, dirt, and the smell of evergreen.
“Where are we?”
He didn’t answer your question, reaching forward to grip your hand, “Want to go for a mini hike?”
“Is that why you wanted me to wear these itchy ass gym pants?”
His free hand slid down your side before reaching backwards to give it a nice smack, “yeah…they’re also my favorite on you.” He winked while you shoved him back playfully.
“Nah, I just wanted you to be comfortable and enjoy the view. C’mon.” He led the way, intertwining his hands with yours.
The walk through the woods made the both of you feel at ease, despite you being clueless on the area ,you felt safe with the guy you’ve known since you were seventeen and it blew your mind to still be standing here after everything the both of you went through.
It truly was a blessing.
You felt yourself wanting to be closer and pulled yourself underneath his arm as you slowly walked through the woods, simply enjoying each other’s company. After a moment you found yourself looking up, feeling much smaller underneath the trees that stood above the both of you. You were chilly underneath the spring air and coco always felt cold but the weight of him surely blocked that feeling out. A white butterfly flew by your eyes, pulling you from the sky while the birds chirped along with each step you both took.
Once you approached a white bridge, you stopped to peer out at the lake to your right.
“…what you think?” Coco asked after a moment of white noise.
Blinking you looked at him, “there’s swans here?”
“Huh? Oh yeah they’re were fuckin’ annoying the last time I came out here so don’t get too excited about ‘em, they might turn up missing.” The braided-haired man glared at the green water while you snorted at the irritation on his face, “but I wasn’t talking about that. I’m talking about the house.”
The what?
Coco easily picked up the confusion on your face and lifted his chin in the direction of the said house that sat over and back from the water.
“Let’s go.” He smiled at your speechlessness and tugged you over the bridge and down a slope and over to what appeared to be a deep- red single family home.
Your eyes kept wandering around, the large plot of dirt that covered the driveway had you in awe. Even if you could afford multiple cars, it would take plenty to fill this lot but any parties hosted here you were sure everyone could fit here…as soon as you figured out another route to get here that is.
“That makeshift garage over there that Gilly fucked up, we can store the bikes and of course your car there, especially when we get those sandstorms.” Coco casually said before carrying on to the white picket fence that boarded the home.
He undid the latch before leading you into the front yard. A white door contrasted against the darker tone of the house and another covered by a Spanish lace black steel security door. There were large and medium sized windows on each corner of the house and to your left a white gated area (which also seemed to hold a chicken coop behind?) followed by a pathway in between.
“Want to head in?”
“Johnny…don’t play with me.” You started with a inhale, “what is this?”
He lifted his shoulders nonchalantly, “A house. Our house if you want it to be.”
Clenching your eyes shut you shook your head, “we can’t possibly afford this. How much is this? Is it renting or to purchase?”
“It’s ours mamita.” He pressed, gripping your forearms, “don’t stress, I got us. Remember months ago you said we needed our own space to grow together and it’s bigger than what we have now.”
Yes you liked the idea of having something new for the three of you, to grow better. It may have been what you needed but the both of you knew Johnny wasn’t the best when it came to money and that was before the dr*g habit swerved in.
“It’s got enough space for us, two bedrooms until leticia actually means what she says when she wants to get the fuck out, and two bathrooms. Our own laundry area, more storage space, a extra living space, our own lake.” He listed with his fingers.
You interrupted, “what is this madness, Florida?”
Coco snorted as he continued, “and the kitchen? I know you’re gonna love it. Me, Gilly, and Creeper just finished the floors the other day. Mind you it still needs a shit ton of work but I’m down to do it for us, you know?”
Your silence was beginning to make Coco anxious as his hold on your hand became fingers linked with yours instead.
“Take me inside then, show me what we’re working with.” You waved him forward.
It was his turn to beam at you as he gripped both sides of your face to kiss you. Smiling into the kiss, he gripped your hand and fished his jean pockets to find the key. As you stepped into the home you always kept in mind that the living situations here always required dim lighting since majority of the homes were built in the 1950’s and up. You were met with tile floors with a rug rolled off to the side, you weren’t sure what this open space was truly meant for but it could work for what it seemed like it was made for, a nice entrance way: coat racks, benches to put your shoes on your way out, large mirror against one wall, a runner on the floor, a large circle table with a floral arrangement, with possibly a nice light feature installed to brighten it up.
Excitement began to show on your face as you briefly touched the walls.
“This was originally a dining area? The kitchen is up to the right and the living room is right across from it.” Coco explained, “listen to me sounding like a preppy ass real estate agent.”
“If you were, maybe my room would be even bigger.” A voice called out making the man roll his eyes.
Easily recognizing the voice you followed it, glancing over at the carpeted living room which had a wood oven tucked in the corner, you entered the kitchen instead to find Letty leaning against the counter. The counters were on the lighter side, tan and looked fairly new. Your eyes immediately went to the floor and you were in love. Clasping your hands together you looked back at Coco who causally shrugged his shoulders.
“You did this?!”
“Mostly, yeah. The refurbishing the cabinets were a real pain in my ass though.” He commented.
“You did that!” You looked over at the white fridge, “I apologize to you Nene but as long as it works I don’t really care!”
Letty snorted as she also looked over at the fridge herself and then went over to the oven, “so what’s the verdict, y/n?”
“Oh I want it. It’s going to be a commute to work once we actually live in this but it’s a new beginning and I think we all need it.” You answered, still looking around, moving to peek at the indoor porch area?
“Are you sure?” Coco asked.
You stared out the window located in the indoor porch and felt a smile appear on your lips as you thought about the new memories that will be made here. Spinning on your heels you kept that smile on your lips as you held your arms out and tossed them around Coco’s neck.
“I still need the details about how this all went down but I’m too happy right now to worry about it.”
“Good,” he pecked your lips, “I don’t want you to worry about a thing anymore.”
“I love you, Johnny.”
“I love you too, even when you’re being all gushy and shit.” He smiled down at your lips which you smacked with a roll of your eyes.
“Alright enough of this romance shit, let’s eat this over baked bread which coco wanted me to bring here for you. Don’t worry before you even ask, yes it’s fresh…I think y/n!” Letty shoved her way in between you two; holding a charcuterie board?
Shaking your head at the girl you peaked down at the board spotting some type of cheese you wouldn’t be eating, grapes, salami, and your favorite: pumpernickel bread waiting for you.
“Did you call this over baked bread, leticia?” You pulled a large piece apart and shoved it into your mouth as the girl nodded, “it’s supposed to look like this. Just extra melanin to it, nothing wrong with that.”
“Well when you put it that way, of course not.”
“This is one my top favorite breads. Keeps you full since it’s heavy, slightly on the sweet side and made with sourdough and ground rye. Originally from Germany too.” You summarized as you held out the other piece to share with Johnny who tossed it into his mouth.
Letty widened her eyes and spun away, “and here I thought I dropped out of school.”
“Yeah…we’re gonna discuss that soon too.” Coco addressed, making the girl slightly frown at him but said nothing more, not sure if she really believed that.
You felt your own brows raise at that statement but the smile of your face out-beat it. You went over to the counter touching the material before grabbing another piece of bread.
“Did you show y/n the haunted part of the house, coco?” Letty grinned, lightly elbowing you.
Choking a bit, you peered at Coco who glared at his daughter who bit back a laugh.
“It’s not haunted.”
“Gilly thinks it is too.” Letty added, “it’s definitely eerie. You’ll see what I’m talking about soon, I’m sure.”
“Uh uh, now I don’t want to finish that part of the tour. I told y’all my grams is a preacher and she always told us any evil can latch onto you and that’s the last thing I need.” You did a cross motion over your chest.
Letty hummed, “isn’t your dad also a pro-golfer? Damn girl you should have brought a club with you then.”
“Letty shut the—stop talking! She’s kidding, matter of fact we’ll all go and see it’s not even that bad. We got to walk through there to get to the laundry room anyways.” Coco waved you along but you weren’t budging. 
Coco sucked his teeth and charged over to the both of you, grabbing the both of you and going out the other door which led back to the front yard. Down the first narrow pathway you went—against your will, which led to another wooden gate leaving coco to unlatch that as well before turning to the right which led to the supposed haunted area. You spotted a light switch to the right of the house and cautiously stepped forward with Letty’s arm holding onto yours.
Coco was up ahead, sliding some doors open to show what would be the laundry area. When he looked back at the two of you, he sucked his teeth.
“Could you two move any slower?!”
“Hey!” You called out, “I’m putting my faith in my girl here…this area is giving Jason voorhees.”
Letty exclaimed, “see!”
Once you got next to the man, you stood in silence for a bit eyeing the laundry area and slightly nodded your head before leaning towards the dark haired man.
“Ki Ki Ki, ma ah ma.” You muttered the famous theme song making Coco pull his body away from you in pure annoyance, while you and Letty both shared a laugh.
“Alright then,” Coco sniffed before he latched onto your wrist.
Oh no.
“Wait!” You pleaded, “I don’t think I should be man handled right now, I just ate. Can we do this a little bit later when my bread digests?”
Coco shifted his eyes, thinking about it. “No. you’ve been talking shit so it’s two strikes and you’re out.”
‘That’s not really how it works…’ you thought.
“What did I do?! I didn’t say anything negative, just that it’s giving Florida and camp crystal lake combined! You need to talk to your daughter and her smart mouth. I love our new home because it’s ours! I’m super thankful. So whatever idea you got stirring in your Scorpio brain just forget it, let’s finish the tour, papi.” You attempted to plead your case but there was no going back when you became coco’s target.
He latched onto your thighs and flipped you over his shoulders with ease. Letty followed after the both of you, phone out recording the whole ordeal as Coco wrestled you to ground and legit sat on you.
“Johnny!” You screamed, “Get off me! You’re getting grass in my hair.”
“You got those Bantu shits in you’re fine,” He dismissed, “Letty get the hose.”
“I think the fuck not.” You mumbled as your self-defense class skills came in handy as you wrestled with the man you loved.
Now sitting on coco’s chest, you scrambled as he bucked to get you off him. Letty tossed you the hose and now it was your choice to turn it on and when no water flowed through, you frowned.
“Ha! The water hasn’t been turned on yet but I could always throw your ass into the lake out back.” He explained.
“And you’ll never see me again if you do.” You rolled your neck down at the man.
Coco kissed his teeth, “you ain’t goin’ nowhere, you’re mine.”
“You promise?”
“Obviously. I’m letting that perfect ass crush our heart right now for nothing.” Coco slightly wheezed, making you roll your eyes as you leaned over to kiss his lips.
That’s when he flipped you two over, but you didn’t seem to mind as much with his tongue fighting for entrance pass your lips and him hitching your legs up and over his hips.
“Ugh! I thought we were gonna get a beat down but it looks like it’s headed The Kim k and Ray J route so I’m outta here, gotta cut the cameras!” Letty scowled going back to her phone while you laughed and you were pretty sure Coco flipped her the bird.
He muttered against your lips, “ours is better anyways, much better! Those two don’t even know what a true masterpiece is.”
“Johnny, shut up!” You covered his mouth while he winked at you and Letty scrunched up her lips as she went back inside and far away from you two.
He laughed, pecking your lips again but not without lightly nipping your bottom lip before he moved to sit beside you. He searched his jeans for a cigarette as you rested your head in his lap.
“Tell the truth, you like it, you love it, or you not feelin’ it?” He said around the stick in his mouth.
Which you snatched from him and lightly tugged on one of his pigtails to grasp his attention, “I love it, you said it’s ours. Its home and you’re here which is where I want to be so it gets a stamp of approval from me. Also I see so much potential here so I’m sold, that’s all.”
“Way to narrow it down, simp.” He teased.
“Just had to be clear.”
“Crystal?”
You gasped while he winked at you.
That whole day played in your mind constantly after you got the worst news of your life. It was forever embedded into your mind along with lifelong memories that bled into your brain. It was too painful right now but it wouldn’t stop even when you closed your eyes, he was there. His voice, his touch, his longing stare…except this time he wouldn’t be coming back and you didn’t know how to stomach that. First you were incredibly sad but more angry than anything and that only amplified once you caught angel fucking Reyes zipping up his pants inside of your house.
It didn’t take long for you to peek and see Letty curled up on a arm chair staring blankly at the tv, for you to go into full attack mode.
“Y/n.” The taller thick bearded man started, raising his hands in surrender, “it’s not—
You clenched onto a golf club by the door and dropped everything else you had in your hands. All you saw was black as you began to frantically take deep breaths, “For as long as I’ve known you, I didn’t think you could stoop this got damn low. You are a shit stain and I’m gonna swing until your big ass head deflates!”
The amount of fear that actually appeared in Angel’s eyes was evident as he began scrambling around the house while you banshee screamed; swinging everything in sight, hoping it would catch your supposed “old friend” on his way out.
“Y/n!” Letty yelled, “stop!”
“Don’t you look at her and don’t you dare come by here again, you hear me?! I’ll kill you! And I hope Johnny haunts you even after your death.” You managed to catch a nice swing to his shoulder as Angel struggled to get the door open.
He yelped, “Ow, fuck! That hurt!”
“Get the fuck out of our house!” You got another hit to his lower back as he finally got out of the house.
With one last chuck, the club left a dent in the front door. Panting you turned to Letty who eyed you, unsure what to do.
“The hell was that?!”
Your eyes flicked up to the girl who almost straightened up at your appearance. It was almost sinister with the way you stared at her, holding your hands out as you slowly backed away from the clueless teen. Stumbling into the bathroom, you locked yourself in there and turned on the shower. Struggling to get a grip you held onto the counter for a moment, your head was pulsating and it was getting harder to breathe. Snatching a towel off the rack, you dropped to the floor and curled up into a position and pressed the towel to your mouth as you let out some screams which quickly turned to sobs.
Letty sat right by the door, head in her hands as she could faintly hear you in pain. It would now just be the two of you picking up the pieces to be each other’s person now. The common denominator would always be Johnny Cruz but Letty always felt like her time was limited with him, she’ll always think about the what if’s but at least she knew what she had. No doubt it sucked and it would always hurt but at least she still had you. She hoped that gave her dad—her coco some peace in his final moments.
Time is not always on your side but sanguinely you conquer it with the life that you choose.
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outcastedang3l · 1 year
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Slave Of My Misery
Samy and Johnny have been together for years and are finally ready to expand their nest. Meeting Joel and deciding that they want him to be their first fledgling.
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Joel is sad and more than a little lonely in an awfully small town and when he meets Samy and Johnny he jumps at the chance for a new life and family as a vampire
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