#Jo Marr

[movie-titlecards]

Battle Drone (2018)

My rating: 3/10

I assume the "battle drone" in question is that godawful country song they play when they want to show how TOTALLY BADASS BRUH the protagonists are. What a pile of dull garbage.

[olivierdemangeon]

BATTLE DRONE (2018) ★★★☆☆

BATTLE DRONE (2018) ★★★☆☆

[davy-zeppeli]

i love the genvy twinning we have going on because johnny marr was also my dude of ✨gender awakening✨

I didn't even know what gender envy was when I first became a fan of Johnny Marr. Now I look back on it, getting my hair cut exactly like his was probably a sign, but goddamn the gender envy is real. I have a giant poster of him smoking with a guitar in my room and it's my favourite poster, I've always wanted that energy... Johnny Marr Gender Envy/Awakening Club 💅🙏🌟

[heartkaji]

french

(n) ─ togame can’t help but feel funny when you speak to him in french

a/n : saw this post by @brainrot-of-a-thot & ume’s part spoke to me so here we are

“say something else, please baby”

you’ve been trapped here for an hour, thighs spilling over togame’s as he draws tiny hearts over plush skin. his glasses slip down his nose and his fingers feel sweaty & sticky from the heat but togame doesn’t seem to care too much about anything else but you right now.

“i’m tired, jo” you whine & it’s a truth. had you known that speaking french to togame would turn him into this clingy, obsessive francophile, you would’ve kept your french roots to yourself.

“please mami,” he drawls, “your voice sounds even prettier in french”

oh, togame. you’d be a devil to resist him when he pleads so helplessly, hair sticking to the back of his neck as his thumb grazes your inner thigh in a needy gesture. god, he was pathetic.

you sigh, rolling your eyes as you tug on his collar; adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows,

“j'en ai marre de toi mon amour. laisse-moi partir s’il te plâit”

your voice comes out as a drawled out whine, and for a moment you can almost hear why your perverse boyfriend was so desperate for your voice. french dips your words in honeycomb & spits them out with a coating of sugar & togame jo has made this treat his new strange addiction.

togame shakes his head & throws it back against the head board, laughing, “god, you’re so beautiful.”

“and you’re so sick, mon amour”

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, edit, translate or reupload

j'en ai marre de toi mon amour. laisse-moi partir s’il te plâit :: i’m sick of you my love, please let me go

[struggling-with-drivers]

This is pure brainrot

Been having a lot of thoughts lately, since I can't seem to finish and actual fic, have this idea of some wish au or time travel au or whatever.

Au where Charles got granted a wish to change one thing in his past.

Max is on his knee in front of him, and Charles can't take it anymore.

"Charles will you marr-"

"I did something bad." Charles rushes out, tears already prickling.

"What?"

"Max I did something terrible." Charles repeats himself. "Something horrible."

Max's face twists as he looks up at Charles, a sight that usually would bring him nothing but pleasure, but now it rushes him with guilt.

"Charles. What did you do?" Max is slowly closing the ring box. A loud snap accompanying the motion.

"I- you- we- I'm sorry." Charles breathes out, "I'm so sorry, I had to do it, and you need to know."

Max is getting up from the ground the box clutched in his hand as a look of disappointment washes over his face, maybe even anger with the way his face is turning red.

"Charles, what. Did. You. Do." Max is punctuating each word.

"You were a world champion."

"What?" Max nearly laughs, "what excuse is that?! Charles did you sleep with someone else?!"

"Wha- no, no!" He screeches, "you were a 3 times world champion on your way to your 4th, and I just, Max. Max I made a mistake."

"What do you mean world champion?"

"I got a chance, I didn't think it was real, I was drunk and this guy showed up, and talked about if I could change one thing, and I told him, and I don't know, then everything changed, and chèri I'm so sorry."

"I'll humour you, what did you wish for?"

"Remember when we were 6, the 2nd time we met, I saw your dad hit you over the head. I wished I had told my dad instead of staying silent."

"What do you mean? But you did say something, your parents helped my mom and-"

"No Max, I didn't..." Charles watches as Max's face scrunches, an urge to puke forms in Charles.

"You didn't." Max's voice cracks as he seems to look like a train hit him, a lifetime of memories that aren't his floods his mind.

Max went to live with him mum, the Leclerc's helped them, and Max didn't, he was never left a gas station, he never kept karting, he went to school and was good, he got into university, he kissed Charles. He... Won. A lot Max won a lot and fought with Charles, and called him horrible words, and Charles hated him, and Max kept winning, Max drove fast cars, Charles by his side. Max won 3 championship, nearly a 4th as well. Max didn't go to university for a degree. Max was a formula 1 championship and Charles took it all away from him.

-

Charles had watched Max get hit by his dad when he was 6 and said nothing about it.

During a night out after a race, a club he shouldn't be in considering that he got 9th in a fucking Ferrari, and yet he was. Unable to forget the stiffness of Max's shoulders as Jos didn't even congratulate his son for the win.

When black hair flooded his vision asking questions about his life, his regrets, what he would change, and Charles must have been drunker than he thought.

Because out of everything he regrets, he told the stranger, "I regret staying silent."

And Charles never said about what or when or how, but then he had blacked out. He didn't even remember leaving the bar, but a pair of arms was around his waist, and then he had been shocked when he recognised those hands, and then a gruff voice had asked him why he was awake so early, and Charles...

Charles had let himself fall back asleep, all too content with pretending everything was normal, with how Max looked at him. Max looked so happy whenever he looked at Charles, and Charles just couldn't take anything else away.

So he stayed, and pretended to be the Charles this Max knew, the one who works as a model, the one who listens to Max talk about V8 engines that he's working on for Audi.

Charles hoped that it had all just been a far too vivid dream that had stuck around in the back of his head, muddling his memories, but he knew. He knew what he had done, and he just couldn't take the lightness away from Max again.

Not when he smiles so brightly, not when he looks so relaxed, not when he looks at Charles in the way Charles had wanted for more years than he had ever been able to process.

[retropopcult]

Young Althaea Yronwode watches from the front row as the Women In Comics panel has a discussion at the 1982 San Diego Comic Con. On the panel, from left to right: Dori Seda (1951-1988, can only be seen partially), Unknown, Jan Duursema, Trina Robbins, Carol Kalish (1955-1991), Jo Duffy, Lee Marrs, Catherine Yronwode, Carol Lay, Terry Boyce, Melinda Gebbie.

[thepoopdokyeomtouched]

HI!!!!

dude sajda karaan>>>

ik this is random but there's only so many desi blogs on tumblr and you seem like a really cool person idk

BRO WHAT OTHER BOLLYWOOD SONGS DO YOU LIKE BECAUSE YK THE 2000S SONGS LIKE DESI GIRL, BREAK UP SONG, MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE DESI BOYZ ALL HIT SO HARD

(this is my somewhat subtle way of asking if you wanna be moots?)

OH DAMN WE ARE GOING THERE!?! Ok lets get in it

Starting of from old bollywood

Maine poocha chand se

Bahon mai chale aao

Chura liya hai

Aaj mausam

Lag ja gale

Pehla nasha

These are my favorite 90's songs 😭

Then 2000's

Piyu bole

Tu hi re

My dil goes hmm

👏🏻RHTDM👏🏻 THE WHOLE ALBUM IS MY SOUL EVEN THE RAIN SCENE FLUTE TUNES 😭😭😩😩😩💗💗💗💗

Suno na suno na

Main yahi hoon

Hosh walon ko khabar kya 😩🤌🏻

Kabhi khushi kabhi gam, the whole album 🤭💗

Falak tak

Lazy lamhe, ab to forever, hey shona, ladki kyu, chhalka, saathiyaan, chupke se 😭🤭💗

----NOW THE GOLDEN ERA OF BOLLYWOOD---

Starting with kk's songs : Tu hi meri shab hai, soniye, abhi abhi, beetain lamhe, dil ibaadat, kya mujhe pyaar hai, labon ko, tujhe sochta hoon, zara sa, haan tu hai, oh meri jaan, mat aazma , humko pyaar hua and more ☝🤓

Then Mohit chauhan : the whole ROCKSTAR album like hello?!?! Tujhe bhula diya , masakali, kuch khaas hai, khoya khoya, rabba, IS THIS LOVE, DOORIYAAN, bheegi si bhaagi si, abhi kuch dino se, TUMSE HI, tune jo na kaha and my ultimate fav PEE LOON

My fav artist kk, mohit chauhan, javed ali, sonu nigam, shreya ghoshal, monali thankur, nikita gandhi, sunidhi chauhan , MITRAZ, Vilen, darshan raval, arijit singh, jubin nautyal, asees kaur, shaan, neeti mohan, armaan malik, pritam, vishal shakher, ar rehman, ayushmaan khurana and so many more

Then all emraan haashmi songs 😭 pee loon, tuhi mera, hosaana, tum mile(the whole album 🔥) saibo, I hate love stories (whole album), ek break ke baad, uff teri aadat, hey yeah, tum tak, ranjhaana, rishte naate, paani da rang , soniyo(raaz), AASHIQI 2 WHOLE ALBUM 😩, tera hone laga tu, aajao tamanna, ek din teri raahon mai, hum tum, tere liye(prince), o bekhabar,, sawar loon, JAB TAK HAI JAAN 👺, allah maaf kare, rabba mai to marr gaya oye, mera mann, mann mera, baatein kuch ankahi si, tera chehra(adnan sami), MAULA MERE MAULA, deewana kar raha hai, oh my love, khyaalon mai, guzarish, tose naina, raabta, chori kya re, dagabaaz re, sanam re, gazab ka hai ye din, moh moh ke dhaage, ishq risk, ANJANA ANJAANI(THE WHOLE ALBUM ⚰️, ye tune kya kiya, halka halka, tere naina, ishq bulawa, THE BEST IKTARA, KYA KAROON, WAKE UP SID.

I have a whole sensual playlist romantic, sad, dance, I'M CRAZY ABOUT IT 😩😩😩😩

Even pops like "blam the nights, oh gujariyan, subha hone na de, lat lag gai, lucky boy(bachna ae haseeno is also a DOPE ALBUM🔥😩) , ladies vs ricky bahl, baand baja barat's ayyvien ayyvein, dum dum, aadha ishq, aa zara and so many 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

And OF COURSE WE ARE FRIENDS NOW (moot is so weird for a hindi speaker me yk🤓)

[tumkokyubataye]

When they ask “theek ho?”,

I'm not Jaun Elia but I want to say,

“wo jo har aziyat seh kar bhi zinda hai,

Tu usey galey lagakar dekh shayad marr jayein”

[pyaariposting]

ik tum ho jo bichadh gye kabke,

ik tumhari yaad hai jo jaati nahi.

ik dil tha jo marr gya kabka,

ik jaan hai jo jaati nahi.

~ me

[plaidetchocolatchaud]

Donc en plus de ces JO (j'en ai déjà marre du battage médiatique alors que ça n'a même pas commencé) on va en plus se taper ceux de 2030, écoutez je crois que c'est le signe qu'il est vraiment temps pour moi de me débarrasser de la télé, réduire ma connexion internet, aller vivre au fond des bois, couper internet, et passer mon temps libre à lire et vivre de la cueillette, de la chasse et de la pêche.

[anarkali-disco-chali]

why men always have some issues with the females in the world?? like why??? bhai they can't take a joke when it comes to them. Body Shamming then, and telling them you're not beautiful and stuffs??? Kaali h toh eww Gori h toh moti hai, patli h toh khaati nahi khana, goddamn what's your problem???? if something makes them happy toh usme unko problem h??? why can't y'all mind your own business???? who gave you the right ki ungli uthao humari choices pe?? you normalising stuffs on internet like rape, racism and many more things that shouldn't be normalised but have issues if we liked heeramandi?? bro? ab mujhe psnd bhi ni ho skti koi movie?? and especially kyuki it's about women?? GROW UP GUYS itni immaturity kaha se laa rhe ho??? maa baap kya kr rhe h?? sikha nahi rhe kuch???? internet pe bhai mard kitna bura soch skta h stree ke liye wo dikh rha hai!! like I feel ki is se accha marr jaye stree, humara shareer humari iccha humare kapde. Jo puri duniya mei women are facing wo tum face bhi nahi paoge?? and comparing it with ki mere upr family responsibilities hai like dude?????? hein???? iss generation mei bhi you think only men have family responsibility??? working women exist krrrhi h DUNIYA me!?!? dikh nahi rhaa?? ANDHE BHEN KE LODEE GAWAR

apne kaam se kaam rkho na and God please protect their Mothers, sisters, wifes and daughters. NOBODY DESERVES TO BE TREATED LIKE THIS. god protect them forever. only you can protect them. In haivaano ke Nazar se dur rkho please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[burlveneer-music]

Intercommunal Free Dance Music Orchestra - L’Inter Communal and Le Musichien, Souffle Continu Records reissues of albums from 1978 and 1983

The Intercommunal Free Dance Music Orchestra was created in 1971 by an “old hand” of French free jazz, François Tusques. Free Jazz, was also the name of the recording made by the pianist and other like-minded Frenchmen (Michel Portal, François Jeanneau, Bernard Vitet, Beb Guérin and Charles Saudrais) in 1965. But, six years later Tusques had had his fill of free jazz. After having wondered, together with Barney Wilen (Le Nouveau Jazz) or even solo (Piano Dazibao and Dazibao N°2), if free jazz wasn’t a bit of a dead end, Tusques formed the Inter Communal, an association under the banner of which the different communities of the country would come together and compose, quite simply. If at first the structure was made up of professional musicians from the jazz scene it would rapidly seek out talent in the lively world of the MPF (Musique Populaire Française).{French Popular Music, ndlt} Compiled of extracts from concerts given between 1976 and 1978, L’Inter Communal is not the first album from the Intercommunal Free Dance Music Orchestra. But it is the one which shows with the most exuberance the “social function” which inhabited free jazz and popular music at the time. All the more so as, to head up the project, the group (made up of wind instruments: Michel Marre, Jo Maka, Adolf Winkler and Jean Méreu) called upon Spanish singer Carlos Andreu. Andreu, claimed Tusques, was a griot “who created of new genre of popular song improvised with our music, based on events going on at the time”. As with L’Inter Communal a few years earlier, Le Musichien follows on from the group of varying musicians that Tusques had conceived as a “people’s jazz workshop”. In 1981, at the then famous Paris address, 28 rue Dunois, the pianist sang with his partner Carlos Andreu an “afro-Catalan tale”. Over a slow bass line (exceptional work from Jean-Jacques Avenel) backed by percussion from Kilikus, saxophones (Sylvain Kassap and Yebga Likoba) and trombone (Ramadolf) which presented a myriad of constellations. The sky has no limits, let’s make the most of it. The following year, at the ‘Tombées de la Nuit’ festival in Rennes, bassist Tanguy Le Doré would weave with Tusques the fabric on which would evolve an explosive “brotherhood of breath”: Bernard Vitet on trumpet, Danièle Dumas and Sylvain Kassap on saxophones, Jean-Louis Le Vallegant and Philippe Le Strat on… bombards. With hints of modal jazz inspired by Coltrane or Pharoah Sanders, the Intercommunal Free Dance Music Orchestra is an ecumenical project which speaks to the whole world. 

[whois-zayn]

میں چاہتا تھا کہ وہ زخم دور ہو جائے۔

درد اور درد ہمارے دلوں کے اندر ہے۔

یہ جی میں ہوں آرا سا باقی ہوں

واہ جو تم وہ مار گئے مجھ میں

Maine chaha tha zakhm bhar jaaye

Zakhm hi zakhm bhar gaye mujhme

Yeh Jo main hun Zara sa baki hoon

Woh jo tum the woh marr gaye mujhme

[kingkatsuki]

Jo, I have had A Thought

****

Lumberjack Bakugo who works year round, but especially enjoys working through the winter months, spending solid ten to twelve hour days out in the snow, chopping up trees.

You're an office clerk for the business, one of only three. You see him in passing a few times, exchanging barely more than a hello or a polite nod - you're friendly with many of the lumberjacks, but Bakugo is only there to work, he doesn't often linger around to chat.

Only, one day, by a series of unfortunate events, the two of you get snowed in to the cramped office space.

Maybe he stayed late to get in a few more hours, and you had a ton of paperwork to get through, so the two of you ended up being the last two there for the night.

There had been a weather warning the day before, but you'd lost track of time, and by the time you were packed up and preparing to leave, there was too much snow to safely drive anywhere, let alone the hour and a half long trip it would take to get home.

Even if you had planned on chancing it, Bakugo decides to push into the office, pulling you back and telling you how stupid it would be to try and drive in that weather.

He's such a beautiful sight - nose and cheeks and lips red from the cold, snow dusting his hair, and his eyes look so clear and bright.

So the two of you are stuck together, alone in the small office.

It's so warm inside, so of course he takes off several layers of clothing, and damn - was he always that muscular. I mean, he would have to be, to chop down trees ten times his size, but the layers of clothing he covers up with truly deceive you.

But of course your bad luck doesn't stop there - the power goes out, and that means that the heating stops working too.

And sooner or later, the two of you would end up huddling closer - to preserve body heat is what Bakugo says when he pulls you closer to him. So close that you feel his heartbeat, smell his deodorant, and oh my gosh he's so close.

One thing leads to another and he has you bent over the receptionists' desk, and the two of you are sweating now, and his body sticks to yours as he leans over you, plastering his damp chest to your back.

He makes it clear that it isn't a one time thing either - he isn't the type to indulge in one night stands, especially not when he has the option of folding you in half whenever he pleases. And he won't complain either - you're just so cute in your little office outfits, short skirts and close cut blazers.

It wouldn't be so bad, he thinks - having a cute little wife to make him lunches and kiss him on the cheek before he leaves for work. The fact that you work so close by is also another motivator, spotting His Girl in the middle of the day does wonders for his work ethic.

****

Sorry for the word vomit, I love lumberjacks and I love Bakugo, so naturally I had to combine the two

Now Lumberjack Kiri?? That I could talk about for hours :))

I’M SCREAMING OMG! This would make the most glorious fic though.

Like just thinking about Pro-Hero Bakugou who retires from hero work and ends up moving into a quaint, isolated cabin in the middle of nowhere. The only signs of his past are the scars that marr his skin and the memories that still give him nightmares. He’s happier now, or at least he convinces himself that he is. All his friends are getting married, having kids and settling down and he’s just made a simpler life for himself as a lumberjack.

But imagine after everything that night he just goes back to work at first, acting like nothing even happened? He just comes back into the office like usual to grab his paychecks, clock out and goes back to his lonely cabin in the forest?

And you’re kinda sad about it because you knew he was always like a lone wolf, but you thought maybe after that day you had something together?

But you don’t realise Bakugou is feeling the same, like he loves the idea of you moving in with him and having the perfect little life with you??🥺 but he won’t ever say it to your face. Not when you’re so much prettier than him, he’s got years on you and in his mind he’s a grumpy, scarred old man now.

Until one evening you’re pulled into the local bar by your friends, grabbing some drinks to relax after a long week and who do you spot sitting alone at the bar? The liquid courage flowing through your veins makes it easier to approach him, to talk to him properly for the first time since that night. And you think you’re going to sound so sexy and alluring as you lean against the bar to flirt with him, but you end up sounding sad. Asking him why he hasn’t really talked to you since that night, if he regrets it or doesn’t fancy you anymore. You probably sound like a stupid child talking to him like this, but it hurt.

And Bakugou feels like a complete asshole, because he had no idea you felt this way. No clue that the night meant just as much to you as it did to him, and he supposes it was the fear that you didn’t like him back that pushed him away the most.

So he downs the rest of his whisky, turning in his stool to face you as he immediately pulls you towards him to rest you between his parted thighs as he holds you. And god it just feels like home again as you both just cling to each other inside this rowdy bar.

[the-healing-words]

After a lot of efforts you finally moved on :)

"Aaj tujhe dekh kar dhadka bhi nahin, Woh dil jo tere naam pe marr mita karta tha."

[misssclumsy]

Kya tum log bhi waise hi ho jo bed pe jaate hi marr jaate hain ya kuchh log meri tarah bhi ho jinka bed pe jaate hi nind mar jata hai