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irlpretear · 3 months

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100 trans/genderqueer musicians

Bands

Against Me! (rock, folk punk) (x)

The Oozes (punk) (x)

The Hirs Collective (metal, grindcore) (x)

GEL (hardcore punk) (x)

Urn (hardcore punk) (x)

The Black Dresses (noise pop, hardcore hyperpop) (x)

Party Ghost (rock) (x)

Lagrimas (hardcore punk, scream punk) (x)

Doll Skin (rock) (x)

Dazey and the Scouts (rock, indie) (x)

G.L.O.S.S. (hardcore punk) (x)

Dog Park Dissidents (punk rock) (x)

She/Her/hers (rock) (x)

Deli Girls (hardcore electronic) (x)

Dream Nails (punk rock) (x)

Sarah and the Safe Word (rock, dark cabaret) (x)

Pinkie Promise (punk rock) (x)

B. Fraser (emo) (x)

Newgrounds Death Rugby (emo) (x)

Scowl (hardcore punk) (x)

Feminazgul (black metal) (x)

Sports Bra (dream pop, light rock) (x)

Club Sofa (indie pop) (x)

The Cost ov Living (grindcore, harsh noise) (x)

Kuromy (punk) (x)

The Sonder Bombs (indie, pop) (x)

Lidocaine (rock) (x)

I'm letting unseen forces take the wheel (cybergrind) (x)

Gum Disease (punk) (x)

Cam Girl (rock, trash rock) (x)

Gully Boys (grunge pop) (x)

Arcadia Grey (sparkle punk) (x)

Schmekel (folk punk) (x)

Destructo Disk (punk rock) (x)

User Unauthorized (hardcore punk) (x)

The Spook School (indie pop) (x)

Pinkshift (emo) (x)

Glass Beach (emo) (x)

Butch Baby (light rock) (x)

VIAL (indie punk) (x)

Sister Wife Sex Strike (folk punk) (x)

homewrecker. (metal, hardcore punk) (x)

Mega Mango (indie rock) (x)

Keep For Cheap (prarie rock) (x)

Steam Powered Giraffe (cabaret, steampunk) (x)

Thotcrime (grindcore, cybergrind) (x)

Whirlybird (indie pop) (x)

Kampsport (hardcore punk) (x)

Um Jennifer? (alt-rock, punk) (x)

Scarlet Demore (alt-rock) (x)

HappyHappy (folk, folk-punk) (x)

Queen Zee (punk) (x)

Grumpy Plum (slop pop) (x)

Cheap Perfume (punk) (x)

Pollyanna (power-pop, rock) (x)

Ballista (metalcore) (x)

Faetooth (fairy doom, metal) (x)

Lacerated (death metal) (x)

Fortuna Malvada (hardcore punk) (x)

Peach Rings (bedroom power-pop) (x)

Solo Artists

Laura Jane Grace (rock, folk punk) (x)

Left at London (pop) (x)

ZAND (pop, ugly pop) (x)

Ada Rook (hardcore electronic) (x)

Ms. White (pop) (x)

Rett Madison (indie, folk) (x)

Murder Person for Hire (folk) (x)

Backxwash (rap, industrial hip hop) (x)

LustSickPuppy (electronic, rap) (x)

Babylungs (electronic, rap) (x)

Human Kitten (folk punk) (x)

Harley Poe (folk punk) (x)

Ewy (emo, folk punk) (x)

Averstaskta (instrumental) (x)

Andie Schoen (indie) (x)

Elliot Lee (dark pop, electronic rock) (x)

Urias (hip hop, ballroom) (x)

Twink Obliterator* (cybergrind) (x)

Rio Romeo (cabaret punk, indie) (x)

Knife Girl (art pop, indie) (x)

Alexander James Adams (folk) (x)

Starmaxx (pop) (x)

Sofya Wang (pop, alt-R&B) (x)

Boy Jr (indie/alt pop) (x)

Medusa (revenge pop, hip-hop) (x)

Mal Blum (singer-songwriter, folk) (x)

Gina Young (riot grrrl) (x)

Petra Fiyd (indie pop) (x)

awfultune (bedroom pop) (x)

Quinn Hills (alternative pop) (x)

Femtanyl (electronic) (x)

Vivivivivi (electronic, glitchcore) (x)

Lilac Boy (glitchcore) (x)

Rosie Tucker (indie rock) (x)

Ryan Cassata (singer-songwriter) (x)

Pain Chain (noise, synth) (x)

In Love With A Ghost (electronic, lo-fi) (x)

Alice Longyu Gao (hyperpop) (x)

Prophetic Nightmares (ambient synthwave) (x)

Saint Wellesley (indie folk) (x)

#music #trans art #punk #queer art #some of these are incredibly obvious and some are very not so #also i say trans/genderqueer bc some of these artists are not explicitly out but still fall under the umbrella of queer #if i made a mistake and one of these artists is actually cis let me know too #im not adding to this list nor is it just a top 100 btw. just a selection #if you ask where is (popular artist) im gonna block you

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cowboybuckleys · 2 years

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#hollyoaks #hollyoaksedit #james nightingale #ste hay #romeo quinn #*#q #hoedit

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bubblegum-blackwood · 2 years

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I know I should cut Quinn some slack since he's only eighteen and hasn't had much normal socialisation in his life especially with people in his age range but honey you do NOT start out a conversation with a girl you don't even know the name of by asking her to marry you.

#he is so romeo-coded it's not even funny #love him <3 #vampire #vampires #vampire chronicles #the vampire chronicles #tvc #vc #blackwood farm #quinn blackwood #tarquin blackwood #mona mayfair

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candiedstrwb · 1 year

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growing up hip hop muse tag drop

* ── ♡ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ⁞ holden.

* ── ♡ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ⁞ quinn.

* ── ♡ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ⁞ mack.

* ── ♡ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ⁞ romeo.

* ── ♡ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ⁞ dulce.

* ── ♡ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ⁞ jinx.

* ── ♡ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ⁞ zina.

* ── ♡ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ⁞ aziza.

#* ── ♡ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ⁞ holden.#* ── ♡ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ⁞ quinn.#* ── ♡ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ⁞ mack.#* ── ♡ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ⁞ romeo.#* ── ♡ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ⁞ dulce.#* ── ♡ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ⁞ jinx.#* ── ♡ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ⁞ zina.#* ── ♡ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . ⁞ aziza.

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fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat · 2 years

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Romeo And Juliet (Or Some Other Romantic Shit Like That) Ch. 2

Eddie Munson x f!reader

Series Description: The Saturday night slot at The Hideout is open, and Corroded Coffin thought they were a shoo-in. When it goes to a different band, however, Eddie becomes more that a little distracted by their pretty bassist.

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Chapter Description: The boys of Corroded Coffin come face to face with the girls of Seductress. Eddie comes face to face with you. To call it a shitshow would be an understatement.

Warnings: Alcohol mentions, smoking, language, Eddie is down so bad.

Word Count: 1705

Notes: Thank you for all of the kind words on the last chapter, it seriously means so much!

Eddie found himself in a bit of a predicament as he and his bandmates walked backstage at The Hideout.

He could practically feel the hostility radiating off of them as they weaved their way through the dingy back hallways of the venue. The anger they all harbored towards the band that stole their Saturday night spot was slowly beginning to morph into embarrassment because, fuck, they were good. The other members of Corroded Coffin were getting themselves ready to put up one hell of a fight, but all Eddie could think about was trying to get the redness in his cheeks to disappear before they got to the green room, before you would be able to see it.

The four of you had just ended your set when you saw the boys walk in. You were sweaty and tired, and the only thing keeping you standing was the adrenaline rushing through all of you. You’d been perfect. Every note, every cue, you’d missed nothing, and clearly the crowd at The Hideout loved it, too. Tonight’s performance was a bit of a trial run; see how it goes, and if people liked it, you’d get to come back every week. Thankfully, everyone really, really liked it.

Everyone, it seemed, except for the angry men who’d just barged into your greenroom.

“Hey, assholes, don’t you knock?!” Tonya, your vocalist, yelled as they walked in. “We coulda been naked or some-wait, I know you, don’t I?”

“Shit, yeah!” Harriette added as she tossed her drumsticks onto the dusty old couch against the wall. “You guys are-fuck, what was it? Decomposed something, right?”

“No, no,” Jessa corrected, flicking the hardware on her guitar case shut. “It was eroded, I think?”

“Corroded Coffin,” Gareth spat out, arms crossed. He was trying to look intimidating, but it wasn’t really working all that well. “It’s Corroded Coffin.”

“Yeah, yeah, I knew it was something dumb like that,” Tonya muttered.

Ouch.

“I thought that’s what a coffin was supposed to do, though?” you piped up from your corner as you carefully tucked your bass away.

“Yeah, all coffins corrode eventually,” Harriette added.

Okay, maybe they hadn’t thought about it like that before.

“What, like Seductress is so much better?” Jeff prodded.

“Seductress is simply a description,” Tonya said as she began to scrub off the dark makeup around her eyes. She paused for a moment to gesture to the girls around her. “Of yours truly.”

‘That’s a very apt description,’ Eddie thought to himself, before immediately internally chastising the idea. He was not allowed, under any circumstances, to think that, even if that is what you all have decided to call yourselves.

“Wouldn't it have to be Seductresses, then? If it was referring to all four of you?”

“Doesn’t quite have that same ring, though, does it, girls?” Tonya shot back. You, Jessa, and Harriette mumbled out half-hearted agreements, though none of you bothered to look up from what you were doing. Despite the fact that the three of you seemed utterly disinterested in the gaggle of boys crowding the doorway, Tonya just couldn’t turn down the chance to pick a fight. You’d all gotten so used to Tonya’s fighting spirit and constant, useless arguing at this point that you would be able to go along with her in your sleep if you had too. Sometimes it was funny; she’d occasionally get into drunken arguments about music or movies with assholes at parties, and watching her slur about Siouxsie Sioux and accidentally slosh her drink down the poor guy's clothes could actually be pretty entertaining. Plus, she was fantastic at embarrassing hecklers at your shows. Usually, though, the three of you just did your best to tune it out until it either resolved itself, or you had to stop a physical altercation from starting.

Aside from when they barged through the door and scared the shit out of you, you hadn’t even bothered to look up at the group of guys in front of you. You did, eventually, after you realized you might end up having to hold Tonya back if this escalated. You’d had to do that before, all three of you had, and it was nice to have an idea of just how badly things could go. You lifted your gaze and caught the eye of one of the members.

He hadn’t said anything in the interaction yet, and was trying his best to stay back behind his bandmates. He didn’t have the same palpable anger radiating off of him, and when your eyes met, his grew wide and quickly pointed down towards the sticky floors. You watched him for a moment.

Why wasn’t he as furious as his bandmates? Marty had mentioned something in passing about giving the open slot to Corroded Coffin; he said the auditions were initially only a formality before your band was chosen (which was partially why he didn’t go; that, and the fact that he was still drunk from the night before) and that he’d have to break the news to them. If you had been promised the primo slot at your home bar only to have it go to a different band, you’d be pretty fucking pissed. Him, though? He seemed to have a look of fear, almost, in his big brown eyes. Not at Tonya, surely. She may look scary, and sometimes she could be, but this was just playful banter to her. She was always a little too mean, but it helped with the image of the band and to keep the sexist assholes at bay.

Your eyes seemed to have glued themselves to him. He had a flush on his cheeks, which you mostly chocked up to the lack of working air conditioning in the building. His long hair seemed as though it had a mind of its own and as he moved his head, the wispy ends bobbed side to side. You could almost see the ghosts of freckles dotted along his nose, and-

“Hey!” you heard Tonya yell as she tossed a pillow at you. You weren’t fast enough to dodge it, and it hit you square in the head. You heard one of the boys snicker at you as you quickly whipped your head to her and threw the pillow back just as hard, though she was able to catch it before impact. “Will you please back me up on this?”

“On what?” you questioned. You sat down on the mustard yellow couch (probably a bad idea) and haphazardly ripped off your boots so you could apply fresh bandages to the blisters they left on your heels.

“Maybe if they weren’t such shit musicians, they would have been the ones who played tonight?” There it was. There was always one crucial moment where Tonya blatantly crossed the line, and this was that moment. Thankfully, none of the members of Corroded Coffin had lunged at her or thrown a punch, but they all seemed to be fuming, even the one in the back who hadn’t seemed all that angry to begin with.

“Obviously if they’re playing here they can’t be complete shit,” you said. You were standing now, and so were Harriette and Jessa. If something physical did break out (knowing Tonya, it was likely), they wanted to be ready. “Rhonda wouldn’t let them if they were. She’s the one who has to listen to all of the bands every night.”

“Stop trying to talk me down, you know what I mean!” Tonya yelled back at you. Though you had been the target of her biting anger before, it never really stopped being upsetting and the volume of her voice made you flinch just a bit. Harriette noticed, and quickly walked to stand between the two of you.

“Okay, okay!” Harriette said as she raised a hand to Tonya, who’s blue eyes seethed with the anger she was now pointing at her bandmates. Harriette was always best at stopping Tonya in the midst of her angry ravings. “These guys aren’t worth it. How ‘bout a smoke, huh? Maybe clear your head a little bit?”

Tonya, as hostile as she could become, generally came down just as quickly. As her and Harriette elbowed their way out the door, with Jessa in tow to find Marty to get your guys’ pay, you pointed your gaze back to the boys of Corroded Coffin.

“I’m sorry about her,” you said from your spot next to the couch. “She lives to pick as many fights as she can, and she’s got some whiskey in her. That never really helps.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Gareth huffed. They began to leave, but you noticed how the one with the long hair stayed back a moment. The two of you shared a look.

“For what it’s worth,” you said, standing up and walking over to where he stood just outside the door frame. “I’ve heard you play. I don’t think you're a shit musician.”

“You don’t?” Eddie asked in response. He was relieved to hear that you were a little less high and mighty than your lead singer was.

“Nah,” you sighed. “I actually think you’re pretty fuckin’ good.”

You shut the door to the greenroom after you said it, and Eddie was left stranded alone in the hallway of The Hideout with only the flickering fluorescent lights and cockroaches to comfort him.

He found the rest of his band in the parking lot leaning against his van. He wasn’t the only member of the band that had a driver’s license, but he was the only one that had a reliable vehicle, so he was stuck playing chauffeur most nights. They all filed in and drove home in relative silence, opting to just stew in their anger and embarrassment as opposed to trying to talk about anything else. Eddie dropped them all off one by one, and by the time he got back to the trailer and shut off the van, there was really only one thought playing on repeat in his head.

He had no idea if you thought that Corroded Coffin was pretty fuckin’ good, or if you thought that his playing was pretty fuckin’ good, and he couldn’t decide which one made his stomach flip harder.

Tiny little tag list: @wickedslashdivine @youareadistraction

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moonhoures · 6 months

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Beautiful

🕷️ kinktober — day 24: praise kink🕸️

pairing: jaehyun (nct) + reader (g/n *)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, fluff

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, praise, dry humping, unprotected sex, penetration, sloppy making out, couch sex, creampie, (* i did mark this as a gender neutral fic but the reader is described as wearing a dress so yeah just wanted to include that! *)

word count: ~1k

synopsis: your bf is upset that no one at the costume party you went to recognized your cosumtes 💔

posted: october 28, 2023

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“Baby, don’t be like that.”

Your boyfriend shook his head, trudging into your house with heavy, sad steps before plopping onto the couch. You held back a chuckle at his overdramatic pout and crossed arms. He was currently upset because you two had gone to a Halloween party, dressed up as the 1996 version of Romeo and Juliet from the Baz Luhrmann movie. Jaehyun was the one who had came up with the idea, and he was really excited when your costumes came out fairly accurate to the film. However, he was devastated all throughout the night when partygoer after partygoer failed to pinpoint the characters you were portraying.

“Our costumes were dumb,” he sulked, picking up the TV remote in hopes of distracting himself with whatever show was on.

“They were not dumb,” you assured him, “They’re cute! And it’s not like no one knew who we were. Johnny and Mark knew!”

“I told Mark what costumers we were doing, and Johnny was the one who went shopping with me,” he retorted, the furrow in his brow only deepening as he continued to be upset. “Everyone thought I was a tourist.”

“Well, I think our costumes were amazing. It’s not our fault nobody in the room has good taste in movies like you,” you tried to make him feel better, and as the down-turned front of his eyebrow lifted, you thought it might be working, “Honestly, I’d rather have a great costume that no one recognizes than be the hundredth Harley Quinn and Joker couple.”

He laughed softly at that, “They did have a lot of those. That movie came out years ago.”

“And how many Romeo and Juliets were there?”

“None,” he replied, a satisfied smile on his lips. He looked up at you, and he reached his hand out for yours, holding it, “Thanks, ________.”

“Don’t beat yourself up, Jae. Besides, I think you look really hot in this outfit,” you confessed, your other hand reaching up to the collar of his Hawaiian print shirt. Your fingers fiddled with the top button, and neither of you seemed fazed when it just so happened to pop open.

“Yeah?” he asked, eyes now trained on the plump of your lips, the remnants of your lip gloss still making them shiny.

“Yeah.”

“You look gorgeous too. I like this little halo,” he further proved his point by nudging the halo headband above your head with his finger, making it wobble. You giggled along with him, and then his hand was on your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss.

The kiss turned hot and heavy in moments; suddenly you were straddling his lap. His hands found purchase on your ass and thighs, fingers gripping onto you and sliding the already short hem of your dress up. Low groans of gratification and wanton whines were muffled through your tongues and lips. Your hips shifted rhythmically over your boyfriend’s, emitting deep, guttural moans from his throat.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” Jaehyun spoke through gritted teeth when you grinded down on him and trailed open-mouthed kisses down his neck. Usually he would warn you about making hickeys, but right now he couldn’t find it in himself to care about that.

After a little more grinding and passionate, messy kissing, Jaehyun managed to get both of your underwear off and push his jeans down to the floor. You were going to straddle him again, but he maneuvered you so that you were lying on the couch. You let out a small whine about your halo bending before tugging it off and tossing it onto the floor. He hovered above you, pushing your leg up so that he could fit better between your thighs.

You sucked in a quick breath as he thrusted slowly into you for the first time, while he simultaneously let out a sigh that resembled a curse word you couldn’t quite make out. He had his head buried in your neck, hot breath making your collarbone warm.

“I’ll never get over how good you feel,” he said, “Every single time . . . is better than the last.”

You moaned, your hands wandering under the loose-fitting Hawaiian shirt he wore. It was hanging on by only a few buttons now, so you made quick work of unfastening them and tugging the shirt off of him completely while his thrusts never faltered, “Jae.”

“I know” when he didn’t get a response he said, “You keep squeezing me like that and I’m gonna cum. You want that?”

You couldn’t think of any words in the moment, too overwhelmed with your looming orgasm, so you simply nodded. He rested his forehead against yours, and as if on cue, you clenched down on his throbbing cock.

“Shit, ________,” he cursed, eyes screwing shut. His thrusts became deeper and a little faster; he moved with purpose, “You feel so good. Smell so good. Look so good. Fuck, you look beautiful. I don’t tell you that enough.”

“Jae,” you finally broke your silence, “Please.”

Finally, he shut up and focused on what he was doing. He drove his hips into yours with ardor. He littered kisses over your face, ending with your mouth where he drew you into another sloppy kiss. It was sloppy in the sense that it was full of tongues and teeth, but also because your mouth was parted for loud whimpers.

Jaehyun’s movements stuttered, and his grip on the couch tightened beside you, “Holy fu- I’m cumming.”

“I’m cumming,” he repeated, his words coming out broken up and whiney.

Spurts of his cum filled you up. Your leg hiked higher up on his hip. Your hands grasped onto his back, fingernails clawing at him as you felt your orgasm about to crash down on you.

“That’s it, fucking cum for me. Come on, baby,” even in the aftershocks of his own release, he urged you to chase your own, “You look so pretty when you cum, baby. Do it.”

So you did. You came with an exclamation of your boyfriend’s name as the familiar, orgasmic sense of euphoria settled over you.

“God, you look . . . so. Fucking. Beautiful.”

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