#Damon good time

[yeehawpim]

[oriixxc]

[patroclws]

you can't play the sax and the drums, fake ass musician pick a side

[schrutexbucks]

"Anna took Elena" "Yeah, I got that from your 600 voicemails."

The Vampire Diaries S1 E14 Fool Me Once

one gifset per episode 14/171

[ghost-bison]

I would like to lock them all in a room together and see what happens

[stxrshxpxd]

"i'm not your trophy" || uni damon

pairing: 90s/uni damon albarn x reader

word count: 1.008

warnings: smutish

prompt: damon and reader have known each other forever but never got along. at last they have ended up in bed together.

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Three loud knocks shook my brain awake. One thin stripe of sunlight nearly blinded me as I tried to open my eyes, and a thicker one was drenching my bare shoulder in warmth.

“Yeees,” I grumbled into my pillow and an arm suddenly moved from on top of me to lay next to my face. Shit. Every little detail of last night flashed before my shut eyes in an instant. I moved my head from the sunlight and tried again to open my aching eyes.

“It’s nearly 10! Do you want breakfast or not?” my best friend Cassie shouted rhetorically through the door. Two more knocks and I propped myself up on my elbows, my breasts nearly exposed to Damon next to me. He too had opened his eyes and was glancing at me smugly. I shifted slightly under the covers and came to the conclusion that I was fully nude.

“Stay here.”

“I want breakfast!” he introjected way too loudly. I hushed him immediately but Cassie was already giggling on the other side of the door.

“Is that Damon?”

“Fuck me,” I muttered and shoved my face into my pillow again. “Don’t!” I said and lifted my head again, stopping Damon’s inevitable comment.

“Come onnnn,” Cassie shouted between giggles and she knocked again.

His palm pressed against my rib cage and his lips refused to leave mine, shoving me into my dormitory back first. The sharp corner of my desk pierced into the side of my hip suddenly, but all I could do was laugh into Damon’s mouth. The last two shots had ensured my pain receptors were completely out of order for the next hour or so.

I spotted the bruise in passing as I shimmied past my full body mirror to my left, my duvet draped very poorly over my body. I rummaged through my underwear drawer desperately and managed to slide a pair on, just as I noticed my t-shirt from last night that hung off the top of my dresser.

Damon’s fingers tugged on the stretchy fabric and pulled my t-shirt over my head swiftly, only leaving my lips for a second. He tossed it across my small room somewhere behind him and seconds later I was on my back with my cool pillow against my neck. His hand had already found the button of my jeans.

“Don’t break tradition!” Damon protested and threw his own t-shirt at me. I looked down at the grey shirt by my feet and remembered all the girls that had paraded around in his baggy shirts and smug smiles all around the refectory during breakfast.

“I’m not your trophy,” I stated and slipped my own shirt on instead. It was closely followed by pulling my jeans on as well.

“Okay. Maybe I’m your trophy.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, and then Cassie banged on the door again.

“If I tell you it’s boring news you fucked Damon, will you come out? They’ll seriously close the kitchen in 5 minutes.”

“Oh, shout it a bit louder, would you?!”

”Can we- Can you-” I stammered and failed to finish my sentence, as I watched him squeeze into an oversized top of mine. It fit him tightly over the chest and the deep cut of the neck left his collar bones exposed.

I was sat on top of him, my knees digging into my soft mattress on either side of his bony hips. My lips were attached to his left collar bone and his soft pleased grunts fell into my tangled hair as I sucked a bruise into his skin.

I stared at the dark red spot for a second too long, while Damon slipped into his blue jeans again.

“Sorry, you have a few of those too,” he grinned. He wasn’t really sorry. I spun around to study the visible parts of my body and found two large hickeys down the side of my neck.

“I feel about 15,” I muttered and rolled my eyes as I turned back around.

“I feel hungry.”

Damon made a quick decision and dragged me with him, firmly gripping my wrist, and unlocked the door. On the other side of it stood Cassie with a massive smile and a giggle on its way out.

“This didn’t happen,” I stated and waved my hand around in the air between me and Damon.

“I think Damon’s been wanting this since year one, have you not?” Cassie laughed, stepping into possibly risky territory. Cassie didn’t know Damon very well, apart from having been dragged into multiple drunken arguments between the two of us. Damon and I had grown up together, always known each other but never gotten on. It wasn’t until we began going to the same parties, especially the uni ones, that we really began talking to one another. And those talks were always heated discussions to say the least.

“Been wanting this since I was twelve,” Damon singsonged jokingly and Cassie and him giggled in unison.

“Been wanting this since I was twelve,” he had drunkenly breathed into my ear, while his one hand clasped my two wrists, pinning them down above my head. Not a single giggle could be heard.

We paraded into the half full refectory and gained a few looks. I saw the whispers but couldn’t hear them over the rest of the loud rumbling of conversation.

I slid away to an empty table nearby and sank down with a heavy sigh. The hangover was catching up with me. Cassie gave me a questioning look and Damon copied it.

“I’m not hungry,” I said with a steady voice.

“I fed you enough last night, huh?” Damon said with an intentionally loud voice and some of the other voices died down around the room as a reaction. The silliness of the purple low cut top hugging his torso teamed with his smug grin made me exhale another deep sigh and roll my eyes.

“Plenty,” I settled and nodded my head reluctantly as I sank down further in my seat.

[skitskatdacat63]

This is my personal crossover event of the century

[piovascosimo]

graham: "we've all changed, we are all more of ourselves, we are all increasing in flavour and you know sort of... musk!" damon: "oh musk! glad to think i can give off a musk..." graham giggling: "you give off some strong musk. and you know, we can live within..." damon: "within that musk..." graham: "the mixed musk."

graham and damon | belgium 08 agosto 23

[aeolianblues]

Blur - Song 2 (Coachella 2024, second weekend)

“Yeah, man. The truth of Coachella, isn't it? Second week. Music fans! People who appreciate music! Sounds good to me.”

Blur performing a cheeky, almost shambolic version of Song 2 at Coachella, during the second weekend of performances, 20 April 2024. Damon commented on how the crowd seemed a little better this weekend, compared to the previous week where he'd complained about the dead crowd, saying 'you're never going to fucking see us again, you may as well sing along.'

This week, he noted the oft-repeated myth about how the first weekend of Coachella gets the influencer crowd, the second week tends to get the music fans.

He seemed kind of bashful throughout the performances of both Girls and Boys and Song 2, before slightly settling into a more serious performance on The Narcissist and set closer Tender.

A friend of mine to whom I showed the Girls And Boys performance said they looked unrehearsed, it sounded a mix between that and arsing around, but when they (and in particular Damon) did pull it together, they sounded fantastic. That almost-growl on Song 2 was not something I expected Damon to be able to pull off, but it sounded gorgeous, powerful, rock n roll.

They can't end it like this. One of two: we need the Wembley show mixed, mastered and pro-shot (I have heard whispers that this is in fact in the works), and/or we need a last tour to stops that actually care about Blur the musicians. Not the influencers, but fans. Fuck, I don't even think North American fans are going to get this one. Throw us under the bus. I'd even be happy if they did one last triumphant run back in England (I'm seeing Pulp this fall, so I win anyway).

[septembersung]

Everything I have learned about Vampire Diaries is against my will

Honestly, same bestie

[mariocki]

John Levene pops up as Gene Bradley's co-pilot on his private jet, called Tony, (John Levene's character, not the jet) in The Adventurer: I'll Get There Sometime (1.15, ITC, 1973)

[vaugarde]

Lone wolf turned pack wolf, but is still the only one remembered in history.

Name: Damon

He/Him

Species: Lucario

-Lived in the 5th century. During his lifetime, he witnessed not only the birth of mystery dungeons, but Dark Matter’s first onslaught to the Pokemon World.

-He was a Lucario that lived on the Air Continent. He grew up mostly in solitude, as was customary for Riolu and Lucario at the time.

-He was rather stoic. It was hard to get a read on him and most Pokemon initially thought of him as cold before getting to know him. He deeply valued the Pokemon around him.

-He was the first Pokemon ever documented to have cleared a mystery dungeon. He had seen a Caterpie wander into a forming dungeon and ran into the dungeon to save it. He decided that as long as these dungeons were infecting the land, he would diligently save each Pokemon that had found themselves trapped in the dungeon. He would use his aura to track the Pokemon and determine the floor they were on.

-Due to the scale of his task, he would enlist other Pokemon to help him. He would form groups of four to go into the dungeons, and send other Pokemon he trusted into the dungeons he couldn’t access.

-He became an inspiration to the still-budding Pokemon society. Other Pokemon decided to form their own teams to help Pokemon lost in the dungeons.

-He was not the founder of the rescue team federation. However, it was formed in his honor, and he did help with some of the structure. He was kind of flustered about the “Lucario Rank”.

-Damon was close to the Human and Mew. He was one of the few Pokemon that had avoided turning to stone and had assisted them in the battle against Dark Matter by using his aura. He served as a confidant to the pair. Mew was especially close to him, and when it was time to reincarnate, set his future form as a Riolu in his honor.

-His story is heavily dramatized in books and legends in the present day. In Rescue Team’s time, he had been dead for 100 years and was regarded as an important historical figure

[damien-mlm]

Shock Therapy

Red endured this for 3 years, he still has night terrors about it.

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[catoscloves]

no but like it's truly an atrocity that no one in fandom ever talks about the iconic tvd 5x14 moment where denzo go on a sexy husbands killing spree, enzo refuses to abandon damon, damon feeds on a hot farmer guy whose wife cheated on him for a pharmacist (settling denzo's little bet lmao) and it's the moment where damon is the sexiest/most interesting he's been as a character for the run of the show. and also the denzo banter + imagine dragon's radioactive playing in the background like. that scene was *chef's kiss* it deserved applause and awards and SOOOO so much. season five damon salvatore & enzo st john you will always be famous

[reddiamondyeet]

My brain: "Hey, what if Manfred and Damon swap-"

Me, barely processing what that entails but desperate for new drawing ideas: "Already on it boss!!"

Detective Von Karma and Prosecutor Gant.

[laufire]

it's not a huge surprise that people see Damon's personality as something completely separated from him being a rapist, instead of seeing the latter as an intrinsic part of the former (it's, after all, very similar to how people act with real abusive men, whose abusive acts are, apparently, not meant to reflect on their morals at all!). but boy is it still infuriating.