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There were a lot of things that Izzy had as guilty pleasures.

Circus peanuts. Toe socks. Cucumber melon lotion.

Normal things that weren’t completely out there. But something he would never tell anyone was about the way he had rewritten Nicki Minaj’s Anaconda as a love ballad to his cock.

The towel ruffled hair hair as he drop dried from the shower, his narrow hips twirling around as he danced in front of the fogged up mirror.

“My Izzy-Conda don’t, my Izzy Conda don’t.” He twirled his hips, his cock spinning sign the motion in a perfect helicopter, which he stopped tucking it between his thighs as he hummed.

Turning, his pale ass shaking in the mirror before spinning around, opening his thighs and jerking his hips up and down as his flaccid cock bounced up and down movements.

“My izzyconda don’t want none unless you for buns hon.” He sang out he watched himself swinging his dick in the mirror.

It was then he noticed the girl in the mirror, eating his cereal by the handful like the heathen she was.

“I’m telling everyone.” The three words made him turn, charging after her but she had already thrown herself into her room, laughing mercilessly at him.

Izzy banged on the door, still naked.

“Izzy-conda!” She sang out and he flushed. Hands at his sides as she laughed again.

Having her live with him had been the worst idea of his life.

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So I dunno, I just find this really cute because Duff used to listen to the Sex Pistols and I think I read somewhere that he really liked Sid Viscous which. Judge me but I think it's cute

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what the spotify lyrics for alien she really should be

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hey sorry for being inactive i got a lot of shiz going on in my personal life, n i need space, ill answer asks when i can in the upcoming months

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she really is. she fronts her own rock band too now.

Adrianna smith is my favorite FAVORITE guns and roses girl I LOVE HER!! (I’m very jealous of her especially in this photo 🙄) BUT LIKE SHES SO ICONIC

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Dead jail or … (finish the phrase :]) - Mike Monroe

ROCKNROLL

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repost with credit OR ELSE👿

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Uh oh

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Pancakes

PANCAKES GO😻😻

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Me and band

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would you write for hanoi rocks?? xo

YES of course

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Fill up my asks😭😭

@unknownperson246 @vodka0kcal @duffslut @em-21 @7niicky @airam1quhs @auroramercedes @screamfome @axlrosesrealwife @th3-c0ld-n0v3mb3r-r4in

HII :) could I request something with Kurt where him and reader have a park date and after they just sit in the grass together?

No worries if you can't, and take your time!

-@airam1quhs :)

Hey sure 🙂🙂

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Cloud-watching

Trigger warnings: none really lol

7pm, Aberdeen, Washington. October 1986.

You were 18 and a high school dropout. You met your boyfriend, Kurt in the library. He was in a grade above you. You were friends, but when you left school you cut contact. It was only just recently at a local punk gig where you both met up again, and went from platonic to romantic. He often spends his time either at his job as a janitor at his old school, or at his home, creating songs with his guitar on his tape recorder for his band, Pen Cap Chew, or making some surreal art.

You both are taking a walk round the local park after having lunch at a diner, the skies cloudy, painted a dusky blue. Not really talking much, there’s nothing to really talk about.

You’re shivering in the cold breeze, regretting not bringing a jacket. Looking down at the old path. You feel a warm fabric on your shoulders, you turn your head to see Kurt putting his baggy denim jacket on you. It was cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

“here, thought you needed it..” -Kurt softly looks back at your face.

“thanks” -you reply, looking back forward, putting your arms in the jacket.

“why didn’t you wear a coat?” -He asks, putting his hands in his jean pockets, continuing to walk besides you.

“it was sunny a few hours ago. i didn’t think it would be this cold.” -you reply, feeling the warmth of his jacket.

“probably cause you’re used to that log fire at home.” -he scoffs.

“c’mon you love my house” -you softly laugh.

“nicer than mine” -he can’t help but laugh a bit too, his cute, boyish grin forming on his face.

“nah yours is just as good, your bedroom wallpaper’s bitchin’” -you look back at the ground.

“yeah, bitchin’” -he looks over at you, noticing you looking at the ground, he wraps his arm around your waist and gently pulls you right next to him as you walk, then looking away.

“why are you always so careful?” -you ask, looking at him.

“what do you mean?” -he looks back at you.

“you’re wayyy too gentle man.”

“easy. cause i don’t wanna hurt you, love.” -he looks back in front of him.

you can’t help but smile at the nickname. he hates those cheesy nicknames, but he really does love you.

“i know, but you’re always like…”

He looks back at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.

“everytime you touch me it’s really light, like you’re trying to sew without prodding yourself with the needle.”

“nice describing. hum- yeah. i just don’t wanna hurt you..make you uncomfortable, that’s all.”- he nods.

You smile and nod back.

“awe”

“shut up” -he rolls his eyes with a small chuckle.

“Can we sit..? My legs hurt a bit” -you ask, gesturing to the grass next to a tree.

“of course you don’t need to ask..” -he nods and takes your cold hand, instantly warming it up while he guides you to the grass.

You rest the right side of your head on his shoulder.

“damn you’re cold..” -he adds.

“i know..why aren’t you?”

“i dunno…it’s a thing. i’m cold when it’s hot, and i’m hot when it’s cold.” -Kurt’s sharp blue eyes look up at the tall trees surrounding the gates of the park.

“vampire” -you mutter.

“shut upp” -he cracks out a chuckle and ruffles your hair. You could hear the smile in his voice.

“hey!” -you gently push his hands away, laughing.

“calm down dinosaur hands” -He continues laughing and takes your hand again.

“you quit that.” -you point at him, giggling.

“ahh..” -his laugh trails off with a sigh.

You both sit next to the tree. The grass is pretty cold too.

“you seem like one.. whenever I try to give you a call at three in the afternoon you never pick up..” -you continue.

“probably cause teenagers need a hell lot of sleep, y/n”

“Kurt you’re 19” -you giggle and look at him.

“huh, so what? i’m a late teenager, people like to say.” -Kurt grins at you, his blue eyes lightened up. You could look into them for hours.

“i’ll let you off” -you look up at the sky and see a cloud shaped almost like a gorilla.

“woah”

“what, love?” -Kurt tilts his head.

“look at the sky..” -you point at the clouds.

He looks up at the clouds.

“I don’t see the appeal.” -Kurt narrows his eyes before plopping down next to you, laying down on his back on the grass. You do the same.

“that one..right there.” -you point at the cloud which looks like a gorilla.

Kurt now can see it, and he sees the lopsided shape of it. He immediately bursts into laughter.

“what?” -you look over at him planting his face in his palms and rubbing his eyes.

“it looks more like a Mrs ‘Big Bellied’ Baker” -he giggles.

“pfff..” -you cover your mouth with your hand, laughing quietly under it as he laughs again.

“not her bro..she was nice”

“queen of handing out detentions to me” -he replies, taking his hands off his face and grinning again.

“why did she have the belly on her though? was she always pregnant or fat?” -you ask, serious for a moment.

He laughs again, harder this time at your seriousness.

“genuinely..” -you add, trying not to laugh again with a small grin slowly curling on your lips.

“her first name was Julie..I’d call her Jelly Belly Julie if I was still there..” -he admits with a short giggle.

“and yes, it was the fatness, maybe she ate too much Jelly Bellies she turned into one herself” -he adds, but laughs again, with you this time.

“oh god..you’re cruel..” -you shake your head as the laugh wears off.

“to be fair i might even make a drawing of that” -he looks at you.

“smart thinking.” -you respond, looking back at the clouds.

It’s pretty silent for a moment, apart from the chirping of birds on their way to their homes for the night, and the distant sound of cars driving past the park.

Kurt breaks the silence.

“hey look at that one..it kind of looks like a flower..” -he points at a cloud which ‘resembles a flower’

Your eyes dart to every cloud you could see, and you finally find where he’s pointing. It doesn’t even look like a flower.

“you doofus that doesn’t even-“ -you proceed to say, but he cuts you off by gently but firmly placing one hand over your mouth and one hand over your eyes.

“kuuurrtt what are you doing?” -your voice is muffled through his warm hand. You know he’s probably doing something funny.

He takes his hand off your eyes and mouth. When you look at him, he’s holding a few daisies in his hand, out to you.

“You didn’t need to..” -you shake your head, smiling at the flowers.

“I dunno, you deserve it, love..” -he scratches the back of his neck while the other hand it still offering you the hand-picked bouquet.

“C’mon, take em..”

You gently take the flowers and tuck one daisy behind your left ear.

“So pretty man..how did I find you..” -he mutters, gazing at you with his pupils dilated.

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