krisxrodriguez

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@elaheh-el-abid

Casual Affair - Panic! At The Disco

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Eiza González photographed by Sylve Coless for Byrdie, 2017.

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what's your favorite thing about being in a band?

honestly, i love the attention– especially when i get to put my hand in peoples faces and tell them to fuck off, it’s like a power thing. and i guess my bandmates are kinda cool, too. they’re fun to hang around. @krisxrodriguez @lvxbrooks 

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3 people you want to get to know better

“GROSS. Do I have to get to know anyone? 100% of people are fucking lame. But if I had to pick three people that don’t make me want to barf every time I see their face: @tokenwildben, @riverdaniels, @itsdustie.”

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If you weren't a mechanic what would you be doing?

“Astrophysics. Or I’d make a career out of my music so I get bras flung at me.”

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3 people you want to get to know better

definitely into @krisxrodriguez, @hanniganthedj and then @catherine-conley too. they all seem chill as fuck and seem to like humouring me so i’m down to hang out with all of them– lucky guy or what, huh?

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text 📲  krispy kreme 👀

Lux: Ugh, alright grammar nazi...

Lux: Oh, you know damn well what you get ;)

Kris: Hmmm. I'm drawing a blank, actually. I think the long hours inhaling fumes working on cars is finally getting to me. Remind me what I'll get?

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hanniganthedj‌:

“No, I’m more of a banjo music kind of girl,” said DJ shaking her head. “Really into that bluegrass music. Get me a band up there with a banjo and harmonica. That’s what I’m waiting for, if we’re being honest. When I moved to a small town, I moved here for the banjo music, you know? I mean, was I putting all my eggs in one basket, sure.”

Kris couldn’t help but laugh. “Fair enough. It is a true masterpiece. How could I ever compete against a bunch of old white guys crooning about their glory days?” They shook their head slightly. “How’s that working out for you, babe? Locate any underground banjo hubs yet?”

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elaheh-el-abid‌:

It wasn’t like Elaheh made it a habit to go to every show Kris’ band played, but sometimes she found herself lingering around, watching with admiration, and more often than not waiting near the stage exit for the show to end. “Love is a bit of a strong word,” Ela teased, hands shoved into the pockets of her leather jacket as she leaned against a questionably clean wall, observing Kris and the guitar case with narrowed eyes and a teasing grin. “But it does… do something for me.”

“Sure is,” Kris hummed. They tilted their head, dark eyes glittering with humor as they took in the sight of Elaheh waiting for them. The woman had always drawn Kris in. Especially when she was off-limits. A dazzling ring proudly on display would have sent a decent person running away. Not Kris. Sure, they had the excuse of drugs and alcohol that they would happily hide behind. But the truth was that Kris had known exactly what they were doing and didn’t give a damn who they hurt in the process. Now that the ring was nowhere to be seen, Elaheh held no less appeal. “And yet you just can’t stay away from me.” They stepped closer, black fingernails reaching out to run along the sleeve of Ela’s jacket. A wolfish grin spread across their tan features at Ela’s admission. “Really? Now you know how I feel when I watch you paint.” Dropping their voice, they pressed, “You got anything on you to keep the party going?”

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riverdaniels·:

river snorted a laugh as the other gave their verdict, “well damn, you really know what you want, huh?” he laughed, “good choices though. i think if i was to get buried then i’d probably go for a black too– they look way more sleek and elegant than your regular brown wood.” the man shrugged. “not shittin’ you! seriously, hop in and give it a go. i can even shut the lid on you for a bit so you get the full effect if you’re brave enough.” river teased, wiggling his brows.

“Always do. Life doesn’t hand anyone anything. Gotta figure out what’s worth giving a damn about it and get it for yourself,” Kris retorted with a shrug of their shoulders. “I’d imagine black would age better underground too. Gotta be classy bitches, right?” Kris grinned. “Yo, I hate every loser on this planet but you’re quickly becoming a person I can tolerate. Let’s do this! Fuck off, I’m not scared of anything. Give me your worst.”

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paislcyy·:

paisley snorted a laugh as kris sat down opposite her, and for someone who wasn’t very touchy-feely, she could have literally hugged her then and there for saving her from the stall. “you’re totally not wrong, i can’t believe i was just so insensitive to my own genitalia.” she teased back, rolling her eyes. “you gotta help me, kris. i don’t think i can take anymore of these kids begging for all these dumb ideas. pumpkins are so boring! i’m done with them forever.”

“I’m never wrong and you know it, P. Every word that comes out of my mouth is a fucking blessing to humanity.” Kris smoothed their hair out of their face quickly so the drummer would have room to paint. “I don’t identify as a female, never have and never will. But vaginas are indestructible. There’s a reason they start revolutions.”  Kris made a gagging noise. “Kids are the worst. How the hell did you even get sucked into this in the first place?”

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The only way that Kris could stomach being at such a large event as if they were stoned out of their mind. They had brought their weed vape pen with them, discreetly taking hits and ghosting the smoke when no one was looking. “It’s called a cornucopia, idiota.” Kris rolled their eyes. Their stomach grumbled at the mention of food. They had been smoking since their college days so Kris had a fairly high tolerance now, but the munchies still hit hard. “...alright, fine. Only because I’m getting something out of it. Don’t get used to me doing nice shit for you.”

“Tell you what, if you help me put together a corn copia or whatever the hell they’re called that I can take home to my gran, I’ll totally buy you something at that fried food stand I can smell all the way over here. Oh my god, I’m like… drooling, dude. I mean, to be fair, I’m also high as fuck, but I mean. You know. Just because I got mad munchies doesn’t mean it’s not GOOD food, you know?” As always, starting a conversation with Skylar was like entering a corn maze without a map. And maybe that was on the agenda, too.

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gwen-easton·:

“I’m Gwen, I’m new” she said holding her drink up to the other then taking a sip, “Wow, it is kind of dead in here. Is there a reason? Other than it is 3PM” she said jokingly.

Once their whiskey was refilled, Kris clinked it against Gwen’s. “Hey, Gwen. Welcome to the horror show.” Life in Lakeshore truly wasn’t that bad besides the slowness that accompanied any slow town. Kris just had a tendency to screw with people. “Well, one reason could be that it’s always slow as fuck around here. Also, there’s a Harvest Festival going around. Most people are there.”

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Kris’ band had just finished performing and the normally scowling individual couldn’t wipe the grin off of their face. They had never imagined themselves sharing their music when they were younger---but they loved the attention that came with performing in front of a crowd, recreating music that had carried them through the darkest points of their life. They walked out from behind the stage with their electric guitar case in hand. A familiar face was waiting for them when Kris rounded the corner. “Let me guess: you loved the set.”

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Kris had always adored spooky things, delighting in making people as uncomfortable as possible. Partly for their own amusement and partly to keep people at a safe distance from them. Naturally, they headed right over to the funeral home’s booth. “Obviously. I want a black one and people to bury me upside down so I can be hanging like a bat for my eternity reign in Hell.” Kris smirked. Their eyes grew wide at the offer, breaking their cool facade. “Are you fucking shitting me? Dude, yes.”

it shouldn’t have been such a shocking surprise that the funeral home got roped into all this halloween, autumn festival nonsense (or whatever it was that his boss called it). the place was naturally spooky and it seemed fair that they should have their own stand which river had drawn the short straw of running this year, after managing to escape it ever since he’d started working there. he didn’t mind too much, kids were cute and it meant he got to have his face painted like a skeleton and talk about how important funerals were so there were worse ways to spend his day. perched on he table, he grinned at the next passerby and thrusted a leaflet their way, “you ever thought about what kinda casket you want when you die? you can lay in one if you want– try before you buy kinda deal, or just pretend to be a vampire like everyone else.”