#what fucking band is this man in at this point

[givemefevrr]

Fuck Me Like I'm Famous (NSFW)

Pairings: dom!Jay x fem!reader

Warnings: Breeding kink, possessiveness, public sex, Jay is in a band, creampies, fishnet stockings, mirror sex, rough sex, hand kink, pet names (baby, pretty girl, doll, etc.), praise kink (kind of), degrading kink (kind of), dollification, etc...

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Jay's pulse raced with adrenaline as he played the final bars of his guitar solo, the crowd roaring. He glanced over to the side of the stage, catching a glimpse of you, his girlfriend. He couldn't help but notice every detail about you—the way your little black dress hugged your curves in all the right places, the fishnet stockings that accentuated your legs, and those contrastingly innocent, cute white lace socks poking out of your Mary Janes shoes. You were a sight he couldn't tear his eyes away from. Your eyes met his, and a soft, proud smile formed on your lips as you watched him perform.

As the first set came to an end, Jay thanked the fans for all the cheers and support. He glanced back over to you, but this type you watched his adam’s apple bob with a gulp, his eyes making slow movement down your body before the crowd’s noise returned his focus to the stage.

He prepared for the next set, picking up his guitar again, the first chords of the next song echoing through the venue. Yet, despite the ocean of fan’s in front of him, Jay's eyes couldn't help but flicker back to you, standing there in your little black dress.

Throughout the entire second set, his gaze kept returning to you like a magnet. The way you leaned against the side of the stage, focused solely on him. With each glance, Jay's control threatened to unravel. The veins on his hands and arms popped out as his grip on his guitar tightened, each note he played serving as a desperate attempt to hold back the hunger consuming him.

And soon, your eyes wandered to his fingers that expertly worked over the strings of his guitar. God, the things you’d love for those fingers to do–

But before you could finish your many fantasies, the second set and the third set had already come to an end. Wow, had you really been staring at Jay’s hands for that long?

Jay’s voice is what ripped you from your thoughts, his “stage voice” what you liked to call it, booming over the speakers, energetic and bright.

“Johnson City, what do you think of the concert so far?” Jay asked, taking his microphone from its stand and pointing it towards the crowd, receiving a series of loud, collective cheers and whistles. Jay chuckled slightly at the response, smirking.

He allows himself to bask in the cheers momentarily before glancing back at you for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. “Alright, well get ready for this next set–it’ll start in a little bit. See you soon, Johnson City!” Jay waves before speeding backstage for intermission.

The loudness of the crowd echoed in his ears as he reached you, taking your hand in his, guiding you close to his body as you walked with him. "You look incredible," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the din of the concert.

You leaned in closer, the scent of your perfume mingling with the sweat and energy of the stage. "And you, Mr. Rockstar, were amazing up there," you replied, your eyes filled with admiration.

“Yeah?” He smirked down at you, contrasting the dark gaze in his eyes as he backed into his dressing room, pulling you inside and pressing you against the now closed door, locking it. “I’ve been thinking about you since the first set,” he tilts your chin up with his fingers, his other hand tracing the contours of your body, coaxing a giggle out of you before planting a kiss onto your lips.

“Here? Really?” you scold, pushing his chest gently, finding the man amusing. “Can’t survive a couple hours without sex, huh?”

But he didn’t let you move, grabbing your hips roughly, pinning you against the door. “I can’t survive a couple hours without sex? You were practically drooling over my fingers the whole time I was on stage,” he retorted with a hint of arrogance, his knee nudging between your thighs.

You gasp, both surprised at the sensation and the fact that he noticed your staring. “You have to be on stage again in like ten minutes, Jay,” you try to deflect.

“That’s why we’ll be quick, hm?” he cooed seductively before lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you further into the dressing room.

Placing you on top of one of the make up desks, the cool surface of the mirror with its ring of bulbous lights pressed against your back, he immediately leaves hungry kisses in your mouth.

You responded eagerly, arching into the touch of his rough fingertips that traced up your thighs, teasing your fishnets with a playful tug before letting the material snap back against your skin. A moan escaped your lips into the kiss, your hands instinctively reaching to tangle in his hair, but Jay stopped you with a condescending smirk.

“Ah, not the hair, baby. My stylists will get pissed, and I have to be on stage soon, remember?” he reminded you with a slow, teasing tone, his lips trailing down to your neck as his hands moved further up your thighs under your tiny black dress.

He growled softly as he discovered the absence of any undergarments except for the fishnets. “You really planned this out, didn’t you?” he murmured appreciatively, his voice rough.

You smile mischievously, your hands sliding down his body to palm at his clothed dick. “Maybe I did,” you teased.

And Jay lost it–quickly making work of your shoes and little black dress, unhooking the black bralette you wore under, leaving on the fishnet stockings and lacey white socks. “Shit, you look so dolled up like this,” he groaned, his hands cupping your tits, his thumbs teasing your sensitive nipples as he leaned in for another heated kiss.

Grasping your hips again, he pulled you to the edge of the desk, pressing your bare heat against the front of his black jeans, grinding against you, teasingly.

“J-Jay, stop, you’re–– you’re going to get your pants all messy!” you whimpered, concerned for his stage outfit, though your hips still rolled against his.

“Even better,” he rasps onto your mouth before slowing to a stop. “Turn around.”

But before you could move on your own, he deftly maneuvered you so that your stomach was pressed over the surface of the table. Jay’s hands roamed over your exposed back, tracing the curve of your spine with a possessive touch. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, the anticipation building with each passing second.

His hands moved lower, sliding down your hips, his fingertips teasing along your inner thighs, so, so close to where you craved his touch the most. You arched your back, a silent plea for more.

“So wet already,” he murmured, his voice a low coo. “Want me that bad already?”

You bit your lip, unable to contain the moan that escaped as his fingers found their target, tracing the outline of your arousal through the thin fabric of the fishnet stockings. He teased you mercilessly, eliciting desperate whimpers and gasps from you as he circled and stroked. You heard the unzip of his jeans before he suddenly ripped a hole in your stockings.

“Jay,” you whimpered, your voice a breathless plea for more, your body craving his touch, oh so much.

And so Jay wasted no time, his length plunging into your slick heat. The stretch and the suddenness of his entry was a bit painful, but it was so addicting. A moan tore from your lips as he bottomed out, your walls clenching around him instinctively, welcoming him in as if he belonged there, as if you were made to fit him perfectly.

Jay let out a low, guttural groan of satisfactions, the sound reverberating through the room as he began to move, setting a relentless pace that had you whimpering and whining, his hands gripping your sides with a strength that promised bruises.

“You’re so loud, doll,” Jay scoffed, his voice dripping with lust as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. “Bet you wish the fans could hear how good I’m fucking you right now.”

You struggled to babble a response back, nodding frantically in compensation for your lack of coherence.

Jay’s grip on you tightened, his thrusts becoming even more fervent as he chased his own release. “Well too fucking bad,” he breathed, his voice possessive. “You’re mine. All mine.”

He leaned down, pressing open mouthed kisses onto your back and shoulders, marking you up as he drilled into you. “All mine,” he repeated again like a mantra, each word punctuated by a thrust that left you gasping for air.

Your mind was consumed with nothing but him, his touch, his scent, him filling every corner of your being. It was as if the world outside the dressing room ceased to exist, as if you two were the only ones in the venue, and the fans weren’t screaming just outside.

He leaned back slightly, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he angled his thrusts, hitting that spot inside you that made you drool, so cock dumb that you could barely keep your head up, your vision hazy.

“Look at yourself, baby,” Jay commanded suddenly, gently tilting your head up, urging you to look at yourself in the mirror in front of you. But embarrassment made you close your eyes, hiding from your own gaze.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded again, his grip firm yet gentle as he guided your face to meet your reflection. “That’s it,” he praised, his voice a whisper against your ear as you finally obeyed, meeting your own gaze in the mirror, the glass fogging up with your pants and whines.

“There she is—my pretty girl,” Jay murmured, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection, dark with pure lust as he continued, his movements growing more urgent with each passing second. “Do you see how beautiful you look? How good you take me?"

As your eyes locked with his in the mirror, you could only whimper in response, unable to form coherent words, your body clenching tightly around Jay’s cock, feeling the familiar heat in your tummy build up.

You met him thrust for thrust, rocking backwards onto his cock, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you until it finally snapped, pleasure crashing over you in a wave of ecstasy. "S-so good," you managed to gasp out, your body trembling as your walls clenched around his cock tightly in your release.

“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” Jay groaned, his movements becoming sloppier as your orgasm washed over you. “It’s like you’re made for it. Made for me to breed you, fill you up.”

“Mph– please!” you beg, your head spacey, your body still buzzing.

“Hm? Want that? Want me to give you a baby–make you a mommy?”Jay's voice was a deep rumble, his hips rocking against yours as he spoke, teasing you. You nodded eagerly, babbling incoherently, your voice filled with need as you feel his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside you.

In the aftershocks, you collapsed against the table, Jay still holding you close, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he kissed your temple tenderly, rubbing your tummy, still shallowly pumping his cock in you. The dressing room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, and soon one of Jay’s bandmates were banging on the door.

“Jay, you were supposed to be out five minutes ago, stop fucking and get out on stage!”

Jay grunted in response as he reluctantly pulled out of you, his cum dripping from your used cunt. With a final lingering kiss on your spine, he reluctantly straightened up, his cock still glistening as he hastily adjusted his clothing.

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[rayshippouuchiha]

For the Oyabun!Ichigo AU:

After Kisuke manages to unseal Ichigo, the first thing he does is tuck his body away in Kisuke’s lab for safe keeping, and return to Seireitei because two of his men have passed since he took over his little but ever growing band of yakuza - one from a car accident, one from a wasting illness that didn’t react to any treatment - and Ichigo will be damned if he doesn’t take care of his people in death as he does in life. 

It takes a few days to track them both down in the outer districts of Rukongai, but enough of his senses had remained after the sealing that he knows what each and every one of his people feels like. And while they haven’t always done good things, they are good men, and every one of them has done their best to protect Karakura to their dying. 

And he knows what he needs to do.

Ichigo, showing up to Seireitei: hey

Seireitei, unaware that Ichigo had been unsealed or unalived: AAHAHAhaahahhahaHHHAHAH

Ichigo: stop screaming it’s just me

Seireitei, immediately shutting up because they’re still programmed to listen to his orders: ….

Ichigo, holding up both of his ben by their collars like misbehaving kittens: these two are mine but you can borrow them

Ichigo, to his men: listen, they kind of suck but they said they’re trying. if you see anything hinky, come get me immediately

Ichigo’s Men: we’re….dead?

Ichigo: does that look like it’s stopped me?”

And over the years the Gotei Thirteen get used to Ichigo popping up with newly deceased souls and directing them to what he feels is the appropriate Divisions. Most of them go to Kenpachi in the 11th - “He’s strong as shit, but they’re all kind of idiots and they’re bored. See if you can do something about that. Stand your ground and you’ll be fine.” - a surprising amount are directed to Unohana and the 4th - “She’s a great teacher, but the key is respect. She’ll pull out your spine to prove a point and then put it back in to make a point. You’re just a soul now; you’ll survive it and it will suck.”

Several key people are given to the 7th. Komamura is in charge of diplomacy between Seireitei and Rukongai. Ichigo has seen what the outer districts are like and he has plans. It won’t hurt to have some of the men he trusts ready and waiting for the changes he’s going to make. 

Every Captain, Lieutenant, and all of their underlings hold their collective breath the one and only time Ichigo drags - literally - one of his men to the 6th Division.

Ichigo: what’s up byakuya, rukia says we’re still on for dinner next week also i brought you this

Ichigo: *holds up his man like he’s a white boy showing off a fish he caught*

Ichigo: this is akio he is the best fucking accountant i have ever met in my life my accounts have never been cleaner he’s fucking bomb at taxes you should let him do your paperwork

Byakuya, knowing full well that Ichigo is just Like That: Rukia has mentioned the plum sake Urahara keeps on hand. Bring a bottle or two. You can leave that there. I’ll take care of it. 

Ichigo, dropping his man: cool thanks see you next week

Yes god. Once you're one of Ichigo's people you're HIS and not even death changes that. Plus, being so close to Ichigo for so long, even before Kisuke fixes him up, is absolutely going to activate and build up spiritual power in his minions.

#Oyabun Ichigo AU #BnHA #MHA #RayRambles

[201-klz-dead]

normal about this

#frnkiero #frnk #frank iero #mcr #my chem #mcrmy #my chemical romance #three cheers for sweet revenge #BLOOD. BLOOD. GALLONS OF THE STUFF #blood #he ate it #yum #3cheers #what fucking band is this man in at this point #it’s giving leathermouth

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

The hold Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious has on me is insane. It's such an innocuous song, about going to a party where you don't know anyone, but from the moment it starts it has me freaking hooked and then by the time the last chord plays I am sobbing. The lead in of Madeline's cute little "what's my note"- to Joey finishing up complaining about messing it up again- though I have not been able to find any errors in my hundreds of listens. Every piece of this song feels so achingly human. It perfectly captures that feeling of being so udderly lost in a crowd, not knowing how to cross that chasm that looms in-between you and everyone else. And it brings it down to us, with a narrator who uses her headphones to keep her head from falling off, and who feels like the closest he will ever get to all the strangers swirling outside is their empty coats.

And holy crap! That little lie you tell yourself: that you simply like being on your own, only to find out you are in fact lonely, just not for a crowd or party, but for the one person who makes you feel loved and happy and shares one of half of their earbuds when everything is too overwhelming. Yea, that feeling. That's there!

And how the lyrics have everything from the ruthless poetiscim of "I'll sing silence and ask my glass of wine for guidance" to a line about dressing your cat up like Batman, because guess what? He's awesome, like you!

I just love it with all my heart. Joey Batey, Madeleine Hyland, o my heart, you have done it again, thanks for freaking reaching in side of me and clawing out my humanity, its incredible.

And if you haven't listened to DSFTSA, what are you doing? Go listen right now. It's awesome. Like me.

#the amazing devil #joey batey #madeleine hyland #Bonus points #The line #If God made all man in his image then God's a fucking nerd #Was an actual religious experience for me #Not joking #I love this silly band so much #And yea! Sometimes is nice to feel what it's like to be in someone else's coat #Screaming crying throwing up

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

you know if we do accept the last epilogue-esque sequence as a sort of dream/wish of ted's and therefore not necessarily canon, very funny if we then simply go "yeah, trent's book is called 'the lasso way' actually. he didn't change that. nope."

#listen on one hand #i think that like #i don't think ted actually changed trent's mind about the title #i think trent changed it because ted asked him to #and like that's especially interesting bc he even made a point of being like #'tell me if you disagree with anything and i'll tell you why you're wrong' #but he respects ted; more than that he likes him and he wants him to like the book--like him #anyone else and trent would have told them to fuck off but ted? ted asking him to change the title? yeah #i think he didn't agree with 'it not being about him'--and not bc of any feelings he may have for ted--but if we accept that him changing #the title is canon then like. he did it because ted asked. nothing more nothing less #maybe he felt he owed it to ted as the subject of the book; maybe he just respected him too much not to #maybe it's partially bc of his feelings; maybe it's because he just couldn't say no to ted #but it's ultimately just. because ted asked him. #and trent respects him; trusts him; cares about him #and that's pretty heartwrenching #but like on the other hand if we say 'no that was ted's wishufl thinking trent definitely went 'sorry ted it's called the lasso way'' #also like.... him being like. like quietly not changing it and if ted said something him just. being like #ted. i respect you. i care about you. i trust you. but with all due respect absolutely not #yes it isn't ONLY about you but YOU made this happen. YOU are special and YOU have a place here whether you can stay forever or not #yes it's about the team and the coaches yes you aren't a one man band but ted. TED. you touched lives. you changed lives. and that was YOU. #that was you and your philosophy and your attitude. #you made richmond what it is today. yes the team deserve credit too for the kind of bond they have now but YOU facilitated that #none of the coaches currently here woudl be coaches if not for you. the diamond dogs wouldn't exist. literally every single one #of our friends--OUR friends--wouldn't be where they are and probably wouldn't be as happy #you got through to people over and over again who were hurting and lashing out. to rebecca. to roy. to jamie. to nate. to me. #and you can be humble but there's being humble and there's acting like you don't matter to any of us like you didn't have an impact #like you can just leave without a trace. we don't blame you for leaving--i especially don't--but acting like we won't miss you and like #your time with all of us--our time--meant nothing is more insulting than it is humble because we /love you/ #and yes. it was the goddamn lasso way that built this place #this community.

[dearedwardteach]

so why is nobody talking about the fact that the song is not only sexist but also racist? like WHAT the fuck who at hybe was stupid enough to let white men write a song and put a racist and sexist Asian stereotype in it and went "oh yeah checks out"??? it's not even a matter of saying the song is bad at this point! it's fucking awful! who the fuck thought it was a good idea genuinely i have questions. who the FUCK.

#honestly I wasn't gonna voice my opinion on the song but it's even worse that i thought #jesus fucking christ #im so angry #isn't it bad that jk is choosing to do bad white ppl music does he have to like go all the way and let the white man on it go all racist??? #like what the FUCK goes on in his brain or does he so badly understand the lyrics he didn't get what ABG was about? PLEASE #honestly at this point y'all cannot defend him #not only does he put out a sexist song AGAIN but this time he adds racism too #ugh I cant fucking stand this im so pissed #3d #3d jungkook #jeon jungkook #BTS #anti big hit #Anti hybe #at this point im gonna become anti jungkook tbh he sounds more and more like another sexist bro who just doesn't give a fuck about anything #literally the only one in this band who's not disappointed me is namjoon #wooooow im so pissed I should not have given a single stream to that mess

[quirkeduptransguy]

YES my username on yt is a blood bros reference :33 i need to go to crimes world again i know in my heart and soul that i love her but i seldom show her attention .. i need to care her more ..

HOOFRAY!!!! also pretty please do!!!!!!! for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#such a good album it is Insane that like. you never really see it talked about outside of certain spaces #and even then it was originally derided for being much less heavy than its predecessors #such a smart album lyrically and even in just like certain songs like peacock skeleton with crooked feathers #which btw is my go-to song to introduce people 2 them #for obvious reasons. the way the vocals play off each other #the keyboard #aforementioned lyrics because man they’re good at writing political lyrics that are simultaneously very pointed and relevant to this day #and also just plain fun. the way they word stuff rolls off the tongue very well #which I suppose is very much in part to Whitney being a very literary guy from what I’ve read up about him #SPEAKING OF!!!!! Jesus Christ the vocals. the vocals #(positive) #very very powerful for a guy who was like…. 21-22 at the time of recording I’d reckon? #I know whitney’s vocals are a turn off for the band for most people but imo? it’s one of the main appeals. 2 me he is like an insanely good #vocalist. almost jealous that he can hit those notes as a cis guy and I can’t cause omfg in like. wolf party near the end #HOW DOES A GUY MANAGE THAT….. #I love how they incorporated elements of other genres in it. like I don’t see them as indie rock like people #for whatever reason #like to describe them as in that album #but you can hear the elements. bringing up wolf party again cause nick zinner did some of the guitar in that and he’s in an indie band no? #yeah yeah yeahs or whatevs. they’re cool seeming I should check ‘em out #ALSO sorry I kind of glossed over Blilie. he’s really fucking good in the album obvs!!!! #pretty sure he did the album art which. omfg it’s had an aesthetic chokehold on me as of late #and also just. he has a nice voice #the sort of warbley thing he has and also his screams… goated #contrary to my posting #I’m actually a bliliegirl I’d consider myself lol. Whitney happens to also have a psychic chokehold on me #this is obvious. I go by Johnny and want to go blonde HMMMMM I WONDER WHY.. #my bad for rambling in tags I just. I love that album so deeply #it’s very meaningful to my identity and songs like the title track and beautiful horses just. get me right at my core #evil neighing compilation

[hauntingblue]

Inept 8 year old boy dragon tries to save floating island is such a concept

#momo just tell him!!! you've done this before!!! yeahhh #'this roof ain't big enough for the both of us' #luffy just telling momo to throw him something too akdhakaj this is back to how he was with koby but it worked so... #just grow some balls man!!! if he can spit something so can you!! BITE HIM!!! AHEKAHQK HE DID IT!!!! YEAHHH!!!! #he drew blood omg.... hell yes..... just be careful he doesn't bite back #luffy's exposure therapy is so effective. worlds greatest psychologist i have been saying this. #also nekomamushi and inuarashi better not die. i am also saying this. #talking tag #watching one piece #episode 1050 #me as baby chopper crying. actually and for real. #i don't have any points to prove for this but sanji and zoro look married in wano. idk man. i can just feel it. #i remember several episodes ago i was complaining about the missmatch of the colors on luffy.... i forgor why the band is purple.... qjwjaj #the music.... slay #i might be getting the luffy worms again i feel so insane..... what do you mean the sky parted.... omg neko and inu.... KICK THEIR ASSES!!!! #luffy fighting kaido and he still has time to boss momo and yamato around ajdbaks and roast him too lmao #momo thinking about kinemon and kiku.... #PEROSPERO AND JACK FINALLY!!!!!!!!! carrot omg..... pedro avenged ✔️ now fucking orichi.... how many heads does he have left..... #why is luffy turning supersayian aldjaksn #episode 1051 #just saw trafalgay written on a comment and idk if its on purpose or a misspelling but thags so funny akshaksjaka #yamato and momo father-son bonding time <3 teaching him how to be a dragon... so sweet #also the race of people that could set themselves on fire on mariejoa??? kinda random dropping it in there but alas... ✍️✍️ #zoro didn't want franky to help but there he goes.... out of onigashima... a good franky fart would have prevented that... #petition to rename coup de burst to franky fart. like why is it even in french. he is A YANKEE. #episode 1052 #boy dragon sounds like boy genius. who wants to join my band

[emilyjunk]

a day to remember has to be out of their mind if they think i'm spending $120 for their show

#personal #you cant even like emo bands anymore without the tickets costing over $100?????????????? #what is the point of being emo #this isn't fucking olivia rodrigo man make emo shows cheap again im crying

[waugh-bao]

“Framed photos crowd your vision [when you enter Keith’s office in Manhattan] - the early Stones, a late period line-up in a convertible in Cannes, Keith’s wives and daughters, his father Bert, Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow, and a huge selection of Charlie Watts portraits, including one of him in a jazz club holding a saxophone.”

(Mark Ellen, ‘The Word’ Magazine, 2011)

#… #I don’t even know anymore #Keith genuinely was decorating all of his spaces with a massive amount of Charlie pictures #like we knew about the one he used to carry around #and the huge one in his music room #but the fact that he does this to every space he inhabits…what even is this relationship? #also the proportions here are hilarious #a few photos of Keith’s family and the band and his friends outside of music #and then an absolute fuck ton of Charlie portraits #to the point where it was actually disconcerting #the man has priorities #the rolling stones #charlie watts #keith richards #old married band #quote

[yesyourstalker]

Mahi: thanks for coming with me man. You're pretty cool

Baja: Yeah it's no problem. So do we just knock on the- oh, you're just going to walk in? Okay that's not illegal....

Mahi: Oh please it's just Neta. He's not going to care...... I just need to see that picture. It can't be a coincidence it just can't be!

Baja: hmm you know I didn't expect his place to be sooo

Mahi: Nice? Yeah me neither... Seems like ikkan did some redecorating....a lot more purple

Baja: *gasp* is that ikkan's bass from the first squid squad tour?! The bass that started it all!?!?? Holy shit it is! It even has the little scratches from when he dropped it at camp triggerfish!! Oh my Cod!!

Mahi: yeah yeah so cool where would the picture be?

Baja: look they have Neta's introduction poster!!.."Neta, the bass player. This big guy is the notable newcomer of the group. His slap bass licks bring a bounce and funkiness to the songs that we know and love... don't let his cool and calm appearance fool you. This guy is wild and ready to party anytime, any day. He stands at a whooping 5'7 His favorite color is green. His favorite meal is a sweet and spicy lobster dog with a sugar free mango lemonade and his birthday is August 7th"....Cod It almost feels nostalgic

Mahi:..... It's not down here. It's definitely not in that brat's room...

Baja:.*ugh* look at the vinyl collection some of these are signed! No way!

Mahi: Maybe it's up in the loft in his room.... I'm going to be right back.

Baja: Holy shit! How the fuck did they get crippy chips's album is not even out yet?!? What does it say?...."For my future brother-in-law, I thought you would want the first copy of our album. does this count as a wedding gift? lol :⁠-⁠P" - Noji........... No way am I holding the first copy.... Ghhghhbgffh

Mahi: hay can you stop fangirling for a quick sec and come up here!

Baja: yeah I'm coming...... his room is pretty cool..... He has his bass mounted?! Did you know that bass has been on 9 tours. 4 squid squad and 5 diss-pair!

Mahi: yeah. No wonder it looks so beat up...... He did know my grandfather. Look! That's him. I know his face anywhere, even when it's not wrinkly. That's my grandpa Behi..... That kid he's with must be Neta..... He looks so small and.....frail.... How old is he in this......

Baja: oh he must be in the E ward..

Mahi: hm?

Baja: E ward is where they take soldiers who are affected mentally and emotionally. Most spend a year there and go back serving.

Mahi: that doesn't seem right... Did you ever-

Baja: I'm not telling you my trauma Mahi we barely know each other.

Mahi: that's fair

Baja: Give it a year.... Damn you gramps was admiral? Must have been a strong man

Mahi: yeah he was tough but really kind....*sniff* I really miss him.... How does he know Neta tho? How do I even bring that up to him?

Baja: he must have been a good guy.. Maybe you can slip it in the conversation now. Casually..... Is that a crabby!!?? He has his awards in a case!! Look he has squid squad's platinum records!!

Cirrina: those are only copies. The real ones are at ikkan's

Baja: aaahhhh!

Mahi: great

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Candi: Mahi you can't just walk into Neta's place like this! It's wrong and you Left the door unlocked! What if something happened! What if someone walked in? what if his pet got out?

Mahi: nibbles is at ikkan's

Candi: you know what I mean! This isn't ok what if cirrina was here by himself. Two strangers just walked into her home when her dads aren't here. That's scary for a young girl.

Mahi: I don't know the little shit seems fine to me.

Cirrina: hi Baja heheheheh how are you doing today?

Baja: I'm good.......Your tentacles were fully orange last time I saw you. That's a unique color you picked. I like it

Cirrina:.... Heheheh he noticed! Hehehehe thank you!!

Mahi: see she's fine. Why are you here?

Candi: if you must know Neta asked me to take her shopping for her mom's wedding. They're leaving next month.

Mahi: I forgot about that

Cirrina: you want to see the tux I picked out?

Mahi: no

Cirrina: well it's a good thing I wasn't talking to you! Seeing how you dress, you wouldn't know taste even if it punched you in the face! I was clearly talking to Baja.

Mahi: mmmmm.... You're so lucky he's my boss

Candi: hehehehe I love her

Baja: I like the tux. Never thought gray and navy blue combination. That explains the silver tentacles and blue figures. Looks great!

Cirrina: hehehehehe thank you! You're too kind!

Mahi: oh barf

Candi: awww she has a crush.

Cirrina: you like music right Baja? I have my cello I can play it for you. I'm second chair in my orchestra and planning on attending a school for the arts. I'm actually playing at my mom's wedding. It's going to be an original song ikkan's helping me write it I-

Mahi: we don't care! we only came here to check something out. We're done now so we're bouncing. See ya Candi.

Candi: bye Mahi. Bye Baja

Baja: bye guys... This place is really Nice. It wasn't my intent to break in without his knowledge. I was just dragged into this

Mahi: let's go!

Baja: ok!.... Bye cirrina

Cirrina: bye!... Hehehe.... I think he likes me!

Candi: ah ha...*sigh* yeah .....hehehe... Sure.

@fish-at-fish-fish-resort saw Mahi drag Baja by his finn out of an apartment complex

#yay a Mahi and Baja duo #Baja is a fandoy for bands #not necessarily the music. I mean he likes the music but mostly the history behind the music artists he's interested in #cirrina is a catty bitch and I love her for that #“if you're dad wasn't my boss and kinda fucking scary it would be on site” - Mahi at some point #Aunt Candi #i kinda forgot Neta's ex wife was getting married anyway her color choice is gray and navy blue #cold and dreary color scheme completely contrast Neta and ikkan's color scheme #cirrina wearing a blue tux with gray detailing #truly serving delusional she/they energy #like babe that's a grown man he don't like you #I just guessed on what rank Behi would be I wanted him to be a little powerful #when I started the ranking system for the splatoon military it was the marine rank system I'm going to switch over to the Navy rank system #It just makes sense because.......... think something water #5'7 is like 6'5 in Splatoon #I really think they're much smaller than humans I think that's canon idk I need to reread lore #it's 4am I going to sleep or just stare at the ceiling until I have to go to work #I changed his apartment layout. he has a loft now it's that nice

[saint-gerard-of-arc]

Yes ma'am this is the man that's giving me gender envy

#mcr #my chemical romance #frank iero #witchy's band archive #I mean I guess this counts #but anyway yes hello I'm still in gender envy and dysphoria hell thanks for checking in #hhhhrrggngngg I want that haircut SO BAD #I was talking about it w frank and they said it'd look good and honestly? that's all I needed lmao I'm gonna do it #just. fuck it man. fuck it!!! and if it looks like shit it adds personality #what's the point of a haircut if it's not a little fucked up

[feywildfox]

Mm i left bandom space a long long time ago. I mean I'm not that old but ten years ago is still pretty long. And frankly if i overstep lemme know.

Honestly at this point i shouldnt be surprised so many people are actually still inherently racist towards Ray, but also i think, i should be. Because i genuinely expected better from mcr bandom, but again, left bandom spaces a decade ago...

It's pretty sad? Like. I'll admit, I didn't realize Ray was actually a man of colour when i was younger. I think i realized right around the time i left at 15 or so. Which also really goes to show that racism towards him and making him seem as white as possible which definitely i think was a thing. Like in comparison, I knew pete wentz was mixed long before i figured out Ray was a poc. It says a lot about the space at the time and i had honestly thought it'd be better now.

I've loved mcr for years, but i havent been IN love with them for a while. It happens, relationships and feeling wax and wane. But this tour, the excitement and love recently ignited in not just Gerard with all their gender fuckery, but the whole band, has brought a love and joy back into my life for music that hit me in the heart as a preteen and teenager.

And none of that would be possible without Ray Toro putting his all into the feelings and conveying of in his music. Mikey made the band, but ray MAKES the band. He is absolutely fucking integral and it is disgusting & disheartening to see him treated such a way. What the fuck even, hearing that streamers are zooming in on frank during Rays solos?? Like do the fuck better? I'm honestly disappointed as fuck in that shit. Like I know this whole thing is a little disjointed stream of consciousness type post but really. White people do better challenge! Its literally SO fucking easy. The real camera guys are RIGHT THERE showing what to fucking do!

You can love the others as much as you want but jesus fuck give Ray the same fucking courtesy. Stop ignoring your racism, start recognizing the issues that plague you from being white and growing up in white privilege. I sure as fuck still have plenty of shit to work on but at least i can say i can do the bare fucking MINIMUM of giving Ray Toro the respect and attention he absolutely fucking deserves.

Like I do hope this is understood I am not trying to speak over anyone but simply say from one white to another: you need to do better. If that's how you treat a member of supposedly one of your fav bands, i genuinely fear for the poc you encounter in your life. The harm you cause by staying blind may be incremental but it builds up until it's a mountain. Do fucking better.

#not the picturesque emo #fans #its 1 am so this is not. the modt coherent thing but i hope it gets the point across as someone who has been outside of bandom space #i mever realized how big an issue it was but honestly i should have known #im not going point at myself as a pure example of what to do because honestly ive loved mcr from a distance for a while #i have always loved them all but literally its ridiculous coming back ten years later #and finding out that yeah no. rays apparently or whatever the fuck #like uh what. emo is a style #its a sounds a love language a voice for people an expression #sure there are certain clothes or jewelry or makeup that can play into it but NONE of that actually means shit #because it can be turned corpo and ripped up and spat back all sanatized. ray is emo. ray is a man of colour. he's a rock god on the guitar #NONE of that is mutally fucking exclusive! ray toro is just as important as anyone else in the band #ray toro deserves SO much respect and he does NOT deserve to have people claim they are of mcr then treat him like that #you are not an mcr fan you are a pretentious racist asshole who needs to check ther privileges at the fucking gate thank you #fox squawks #im tired and angry now and im sorry to all the poc in the fandom who have to deal w this on a constant basis you all deserve a lot better #im sure yall feel way worse than i do and i genuinely hope people can realize the shit theyve been doing. #i am always happy to go toe to toe w other dumbass white ppl and call them out on their bs #i dont see it because i curate my dash to the point drama is usually a mild breeze at best but i am more than willing to #weaponize my whiteness to force other white ppl to think. if you gotta point me at em do it idc. like a lil attack chihuahua or something. #idk #im lagging now but my fingers dont want to stop typing bc i am nervous abt posting this but yknow. whatever if i fuck up i learn & move on! #we Do Not succumb to white guilt we gracefully say im sorry for that thank you for pointing it out even though you didnt have to i know its #exhausting to do constantly i will keep that in mind and then we do! and we modify our behavior! and we DO. BETTER

[snowshinobi]

still not over the time i told a recent friend (now recent bf) i liked his shirt (pale blue-grey polo w narrow white horizontal stripes, compliments his fluffy light brown hair + hazel eyes) and several lunch walks later he said he can’t remember the last time someone complimented him on his outfit. i think my heart audibly cracked

#where to even start with this like. #HE LOOKS GOOD. FREQUENTLY. #he matches the accent colors of his band tees to his pants and/or shoes. my fave combo rn is #the black The Who tee (white and red lettering on both sides) + cream shorts + black sneakers w red accents #he does the accent matching thing subconsciously btw. i pointed out ''your sneaks match the shirt that's cool'' he was like ''oh they do'' #no one ever said anything huh #my understanding is dudes are hesitant to compliment other dudes bc they fear being called gay for it. classic homophobia making life worse #first and foremost for gay ppl but also for the straights #and women are hesitant to compliment dudes bc they worry he'll take it as flirting. classic heteronormative #''women and men can't be just friends'' + ''she asked for it'' garbage making life worse first and foremost for women but also for men #and yeah also all genders of trans and/or enby folks may be hesitant to compliment guys bc they fear being hatecrimed. can ya blame em?? #look at the fucking statistics #on the one hand not being constantly judged for their presentation is a win for men. i love the compliments but it's also unnerving how #ready ppl are to appraise my appearance #that said it sucks that men getting pos attention for looking nice on the daily is so rare #all that suit hype yet no love for subtle accent matching. sweet kicks. a good sturdy jacket. FLANNELS #also would it kill us to tell guys their facial hair looks good? multiple guys ive dated have asked my opinion on their facial hair choices #before stating what their preference is. i'd get asking out of curiosity or wanting to know how it affects the kissing texture #but dude. man. my guy. people who love you will kiss you anyway even if it's a lil fuzzier than they prefer. #what's important is you like it #idk how to condense all this into occasional normal compliments anymore i just tell #bunny boy #his hair is pretty and his taste in band Ts fucks and spend 30 seconds curling and uncurling his fingers bc his hands are nice #sigh #snowswords

[technicolorxsn]

love how there are pretentious video essays that just repeat the book and meander and ramble about house of leaves. it's what zampanó would have wanted. it is not, however, what I want

#anyway i finished the main portion of the book #all i have left is the poems and a few other small things i think? ive read pelafinas letters #im thinking of getting the full book of her letters #but also they severely messed with my head so we'll see #i will say. i do get why ppl say the book is pretentious and frustrating #there was a lot of stuff where i couldnt tell if it was supposed to be satire or if it was genuinely just that dense and pretentious #and a lot of the codes were rly obtuse imo? #like... idk. some of them were super obvious like the sos stuff or pelafina outright saying what to do #but others like. man how am i supposed to know johnny waxing poetic about pussy was coded #i mean that one is also pointed out though much later but i know i missed a lot just like it that werent pointed out #and ive heard theres a lot of shit where the message you get is just danielewski????? which gonna be real. kinda dumb. #but i did also really enjoy the book #there was a lot of stuff in it that was just so compelling or poignant or whatever other word #the minotaur stuff is good (ofc id say that though i love me some minotaur themes) #also a lot of the scenes with johnny just...... christ #idk how ppl say to skip them hes so fascinating #yeah i could do with him talking about his possibly hallucinated sex life a bit less but also his story is just plain interesting #i still think about the part where the girl he was talking to runs over a dog they had picked up........ it was fucking chilling #and his hallucinations of dying are so descriptive in just the right way to get under my skin #the uncertainty with him and his family..... did pelafina try to kill him? did his father just send her away for being a bit too overbearing #over an accident? was there something else? what was the deal with his foster family? with lude? gdansk man and kyrie? #how did it get published? who are the editors? why did the band know of the book before it should have been published? #why does his journal section end with a story from a man he admits to making up completely? the doctor from seattle doesnt exist #the chronological end is more hopeful with him saying things will be okay but then he puts a previous entry after that? #i think the burning of the book parallels the story nicely #johnny said his piece; he nurtured the book as much as he could; but it was hurting him and he had to give up on it #idk! #this book does make me feel a lil dumb ngl

[fmhobeus]

so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

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