#SLC Punk! (1998)

[xxviviennevincentxx]

Scream (1996)

SLC Punk! (1998)

Senseless (1998)

Thirteen Ghosts (2001)

Scooby-Doo (2002)

Five Nights at Freddy's (2023)

[whorrorfix]

my problem is i wanna be railed by every single matthew lillard character.

[nma-nekro]

the legend himself🌸 i was bored.... i love him too much 🙈 ♡

[jerseyghost]

I'm a statue, baby, knock me out!

[junospooky]

Stevo & Heroin Bob, SLC Punk! 1998, dir. James Merendino

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔖𝔩𝔠 𝔓𝔲𝔫𝔨! (յգգՑ) 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔍𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔐𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔬

[mcondance]

allow me to speak about kissing stevo for just a second

at punk shows stevo kisses dirty. against a wall in the crowded, hot room, punks bumping against punks in the mosh while you and stevo bump tongues just a couple feet away.

you both never really know who initiated it; just know that one second you were pushing and shoving and the next you’ve got each others tongues in your mouth, and your back is hitting the cool wall behind you.

you both grunt at the impact, his hands flying to your face and yours tangling in his shirt. he tastes like bud and liquor, some cheap shit that burns more than it tastes good. you taste like vanilla and weed. gripping your face with both hands is how he keeps you against him, and he lets you yank his body against yours with your tight grip on his shirt, pulling his lean frame as close to yours as you can. the sounds that escape you both are almost animalistic, growls and grunts and cut off curses that match the atmosphere.

stevo kisses filthy, tongue and spit and big hands cupping your face, his body pressing you into the wall. his tongue doesn’t stay in its place, instead exploring and tasting your lips, swirling around your mouth until your chin is cold from the air against his spit. he doesn’t take breaks to breathe, just inhales and exhales into your mouth until you’re sure the air you both are breathing is just the others cycled back.

in his van stevo kisses thoroughly. he kisses soft, big hand rubbing gently across your cheek as you both lean over the console. pulled over somewhere in an abandoned park, you swap spit and lick into each other’s mouth with leisure. it’s a date, sort of, an impromptu trip to the gas station and a drive around the slc.

closed mouth pecks turn into deeper kisses, less and less time between each one until it becomes unbearable to separate. there’s no where to go, he takes his time to taste you, to lick at your vanilla flavored gloss, to really feel your tongue against his. he tastes like the snacks you shared earlier. chocolate flavor lingers on his tongue.

with swollen lips he devours you, pleasureful and satisfied, softer music than his usual punk stuff flowing quietly from his radio. its changed songs a handful of times the whole time you’ve been kissing and you’ve lost track of how long it’s even been, the cassette flipping from his music to yours, a shared mixtape you’d crafted one night. wet smacks fill the air, the soft pops of your lips disconnecting just to merge again do too, heads swaying from one side to the other.

his nose bumps against yours, and your hands are caressing either side of his face. it’s calm, it’s romantic. he hums and you embrace, making the most of this moment. somehow, you don’t run out of breath, the small inhales and exhales you take supplying your almost unbroken kisses.

at your place stevo kisses comfortably. his hands run up your back, or grip at your thighs on either side of him, his back curved to allow him to reach your lips. sunlight streams in through the windows and another cassette plays. bob’s out with trish, should be out all night and that’s perfect, it feels different when it’s just you and stevo.

with your face in his hands is how he kisses you, open-mouthed and sloppy, blissful moans flowing from his lips. something feels different about kissing you in the room that you share, on the blanket that you both agreed on, in the space you’ve both cultivated.

you feel warm inside. his hand finds your chin when you take a second to breathe, tilting your lips to his again, blues low and dark as he commits your face to memory again. stevo’s in fucking love, and you feel it every time he moves his lips against yours, every time he gets to taste you on his tongue. you taste like you, a beautiful something he’s gotten used to. he’s comfortable, sure of what he has with you, and you can feel it in every kiss. he tastes like him.

stevo kisses like he wants to marry you (he does). he kisses sweet and tender and so unlike his outward appearance. hands tangled in his blue hair, you return his devotion.

[chronophotographic-gun]

SLC Punk (1998)

[insane4evan]

i am so so so so so mega normal about matthew lillard. perfectly normal. very causal enjoyer of matthew lillard.

[blueberryjune]

SLC Punk! (1998) l dir. James Merndino

“That was the final irony, I think. That, and well, this. And "fuck you" for all of you who were thinking it: I guess when all was said and done, I was nothing more than a God-damned, trendy-ass poser.”

[ohlookapan]

If anyone needs to laugh today, I BEG of you to go on Etsy and look at all the Matthew Lillard (or really any person you're hyperfixating on) stuff they have. I mean come on, you can get such amazing things like:

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a Christmas list to sprint to.

[whorrorfix]

my autistic ass cannot decide which matthew lillard character i love more. brain is just playing ping-pong with itself, “no this guy. actually it’s him. no HIM. my bf.” BRO IT’S THE SAME GUY, DIFFERENT FONT. HELLO ??

[cosmonautroger]

SLC Punk!, 1998

[the-fine-art-of-dying]

This man steadily plays the queerest characters and I am absolutely here for it. I love Matthew Lillard 🖤

[justintimberlakensync]

You guys I loved Matthew Lillard in Without a Paddle WAY to much. That movie is like fucking top teir.... and I get to see Matthew Lillard shirtless?!??! sign me up. 😋

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]