#band drummer!rafe

[rafeysdoll]

warnings: request can be found here. established relationship, size difference/ kink, public sex, light degradation, rafe’s bandmates make inappropriate comments about reader, lmk if i missed anything

you were sitting comfortably on rafe’s lap, giggling at the random jokes his friend had been making. you were lost in the moment, trying your hardest to get along with his bandmates. you didn’t even really pay much attention to the way rafe squeezed your hips and pushed you closer to his chest, a warning sign. you had brushed it off with the thought he was only being affectionate.  

but when rafe heard his “friend” whisper to another on how he thinks he could convince rafe to share you and corrupt you to their own groupie, he lost it. quickly standing up and dismissing you both, dragging you by your forearm. 

“where we going?” you question, following right behind him like a lost puppy, the sound of your kitten heels hitting the floor echoing through the walls. “gonna fuck you where everyone can hear,” he spits out, making you freeze and pull your arm back in a act of ‘shyness’.

 “papi-i-i don’t be gross!” his vulgar words make you whine, but you’d be lying if it didn’t make a flood of arousal escape you. 

he reaches for the back of your neck, tugging you along. “don’t play hard to get, now. hurry up,” his tone firm, leading you to the restroom closest to the practice room.

rafe bent halfway you over the counter and lifted up your skirt, shaking his head. “and you wanted to act like you didn’t want it, real funny.” he chuckles mockingly, staring at the dark wet patch on your panties.  

you only whimper, wiggling your butt side to side against him. “couldn’t help it,” you mewl pathetically. 

he straightens you up slightly to move his hands downwards, placing his hand over your clothed clit, making harsh circles against it. you buckle immediately, a pained cry going past your clear gloss enhanced lips. 

you place your hand over his, whimpering and bucking your cunt against it. “ohh, papiii.” 

“mm there’s my sweet girl, little prissy act took you away from me for a second, huh?” he grips your jaw with his free hand, forcing you to look at yourself withering under his touch. 

you thrash your head, trying to close your eyes, whining when his hold tightens. “nah ma, how else you gonna see how quick you let yourself go to me?” 

you peek slowly at yourself, the sight only adding to your horniness. he looked so beautiful you thought— his tall, muscular figure standing behind you, dwarfing you. 

you try to bite your lips to hold back the noises clawing at your throat. the pressure of the fabric and rafe’s fingers had on your pulsing bud was pure magic. 

in about five more minutes, rafe was three fingers deep in your weeping hole, your underwear clenched in your fist. you wouldn’t even say your legs were holding you up with the way they wobbled, but rafe instead.  it was impossible to not have the feeling like you were the only girl in the world when he touched you like this. 

but what is it that they say? good things don’t last forever? that’s exactly what it felt like in this case when rafe suddenly pulled out his fingers from where you ached for him most. 

“papi!!” you complain, turning around swiftly and smacking his chest in pure sexual frustration. your poor hole clenched around emptiness. “shhh. watch yourself, before i just use your mouth instead. don’t be greedy.” he warns, placing his hands at the bottom of your ass to lift you up onto the counter.

you hold yourself from making any snarky remark, just wanting him to fill you up with your most favorite thing in the world. “‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” you whisper as he unbuckles his belt and tugs his pants down enough to let his cock spring free. 

“so pretty,” you praise, making him chuckle while he starts stroking his half hard cock. “think it’s pretty now ma? jus’ wait and see how much prettier it’ll look with your cum all over it.” 

you leave the bathroom with shaky legs, rafe‘s arm around your waist helping you walk. if it wasn’t clear what was going on inside the restroom with the loud moans of rafe’s name pairing with the sound of rapid skin slapping, your swollen lips and mascara smears underneath your eyes along with rafe’s messy hair and small scratches on his neck gave it away. 

rafe’s bandmates avoided any eye contact, cheeks flushed. he was glad, those fucks. 

he thinks he made it real clear who fucks you only. “wave goodbye, doll, wouldn’t wanna be rude, hm?” he’s taking advantage of your ‘one track mind’ that focuses on just him. the same mindset you always get after a good fuck. 

“w-what? oh.. yea!” your brain catches up, waving to them. “bye everyone!” you cheer, blush evident in your cheeks as you walk out with rafe. 

[onsunnyside]

yet another prompt from my bestie’s ask: drum roll please (pun intended)… here’s drummer!Rafe

The road to stardom is wild and loud, full of flashing lights and cheering crowds in a new city every night. It's also full of distractions that come in various shapes and colours, whether that be liquor bottles, a white powdery substance, or the endless line of groupies. Rafe and his band are no strangers to indulging in those distractions, the rugged and crazy lifestyle quickly became a part of their rockstar image.

You have a dream to make it big, and to see your name on the silver screen with the generation's greatest. Unfortunately, Hollywood was beyond tough on those who weren't already born within the golden gates. You're a lucky one, with all your hard work and sleepless nights, you go from waitressing and living in a trailer park in L.A. to living comfortably in your dream home with a resume that just keeps getting longer and longer.

You meet Rafe at a mutual friend's party. You've been close with one of his bandmates for a little while, and finally got the opportunity to meet the rest of them.

Your first impressions are awful, to say the least: you were excited to meet the drummer of the famed rock band and have been staring at him all night, working up the courage one smidge at a time. When he slips out the balcony doors, you take your chance.

Rafe's leaning over the railing, cigarette hanging from between his fingers as he types on his phone. When you step beside him, he glances at you, blue eyes lazily dragging over your figure.

"I thought groupies weren't allowed in here."

You stand there dumbfounded, jaw on the floor as he blows the smoke.

"I'm not—"

He cuts you off with a heavy sigh, "don't tell me you're a friend of a friend, or a classmate from childhood, or someone's long-distance girlfriend. I've heard it all, trust me."

You cross your arms, heat filling your chest, "Do you talk to everyone like that?"

"Just those who deserve it." His voice is low, "Beat it, sweetheart. You don't want to get thrown out and risk ruining that pretty dress, now do you?"

You don't know what his problem was. For someone so loved and adored, he was a fucking asshole. You supposed that's the lovely work of PR teams, they can make even the cruellest monsters into angels. Hell, even your team worked tirelessly to maintain your image.

"You're still here? Don't you have a security guard to blow, or a tour bus to break into?" He asks condescendingly, hair falling over his forehead as he leans down, studying you with that stupid smirk. “Who are you fucking, huh? Is it one of the desperate socialites, or the wannabe models?”

His laugh breaks into a shout when your drink splashes on his face, the alcohol dripping down his chin to his chains and silk blue shirt, "what the fuck—"

You don't stay long enough to hear his curses and return to the penthouse, promising yourself to never speak to him again.

I'm sensing... hate fucking: his hand is over your mouth and you're pressed against the tiled wall, dress hiked up and legs around his waist. The party rages on inside the club, hopefully still lively enough that no one will notice your absence. Tonight was for you to celebrate your first big award win, you didn't know Rafe was coming with your mutual friend, and you'd die before admitting that you're glad he did.

You can't help your moans, his cock effortlessly hitting your sweet spot with every rock. He fills you so deeply, stretching your hole with his fat girth, and it pains you to know that he's ruined you for anyone else. You just know you'll be a limping mess.

"Shut up. God, you never fucking shut up." He grunts, his hand falling to your throat, "You wanna get caught? Want everyone to know you're fucking a... what is it you called me?"

He grinds into you and you gasp, gaze locked on his lips. He was a great kisser, the best you've ever had, but you'd never tell him that, just like how you refused to ask for another.

"A-An ungrateful prick."

His eyes gleamed dangerously, sweat brimming at his brow, "Yeah, that's it. I bet you're grateful I didn't leave when you told me to."

He keeps you pinned to the wall with his hips and his other hand slips where you meet. His skillful fingers toy with your needy bundle and your body convulses, your juices nearly dripping down his length.

"And you said I never shut up."

A harsh slap lands on your clit and your choked whimper turns into a loud whine when he repeats the action again, harder this time. The lewd sounds of your wetness bounce off the washroom walls. If you had any shame left, it was gone now, tucked in his pocket with your torn underwear.

"You'll be on your knees and thanking me by the end of the night. I can promise you that."

I can only imagine how nasty drummer!Rafe is 😮‍💨 the kinks, the spitting, the choking, the messy "let me fuck my cum back into you," the tasteful nude polaroids, and wiping your tears when you cum so hard you cry, "that's it. let it out, baby. such a good girl for daddy."

Can't forget about the disgusting lyrics he'd write about you (ofc there are sweet ones too but that's not until later), telling the whole world how much he loves the way you taste and feel, how you're his filthy little angel and that you bring him closer to heaven with your body.

Oh the sexting !! When he's on tour and you're working, it's hard to make time for each other. Sometimes he'll send you a picture of his hard bulge through his jeans with a cheeky "wish you were here." When you win another big award (and inevitably become a style icon overnight bc of your dress), he sends flowers, cute lil note, and ofc, a nut video with sound 😌 "the next time I see you, I'm fucking you in that dress."

[bradshawed]

lovebug x / moots only! send this + a character and i’ll give you headcannons on what your life would be like.

i need au!rafe cameron or i might just spontaneously combust 🤭

join the party!

god i was so tempted to go for soft!rafe but i felt like drummer!rafe fit you a bit better bc you give rockstar gf vibes. hope you like it and that i did it justice, ilysm xx

• sure rafe was good but he was new to the drummer scene…and to your side of the island

• you didn’t really have to say much, your reputation spoke for itself, and both of you were well aware so that’s why you turned rafe down…multiple times. he needed an ego check and you could wait for a new drummer

• you did say yes, not explicitly, but you were talking to someone and mentioned the band members and decided it was about time to add him in and well.. word travelled fast in kildare county

• you didn’t hate each other, not really, the chemistry on stage proved that much. and that’s what people came to see.. besides to listen to your music ofc

• somewhere along the line, the strict lines you’d both drawn had blurred together and it seemed more like flirting but rafe really wasn’t complaining, he loved the back and forth you both had, anything to have your attention for that little bit longer

• and so, barry pointed it out first, then came the pogues and well rafe was always hinting at wanting something more so that wasn’t a huge change except you weren’t as oblivious as they thought and well you’d decided to let him wait for a little longer

• you made a move, out of the blue when no one was really expecting anything on a random day, and well you were both together then

• not much had changed in your dynamic except you could make slightly more suggestive jokes in public and they meant more and you were both a little touchier in private but you still had the same back and forth that you both loved

• rafe was well, he’d been obsessed (in a healthy way) with you from the moment he saw you and well you put him in his place so really he was thrilled and a little surprised you made a move but he really did love and cherish and worship you

[ageofstarkey]

this headcanon has been rotting my brain since the concert i went to on wednesday, so here’s the result;

rafe cameron but he’s the drummer in a pop-punk band — a very specific moodboard

[brelione]

Bestfriends Brother (Rafe Cameron X Reader)

0I kind of hate this but I was rewatching Victorious and got this idea

I call you up when I know he's at home

I jump out of my skin when he picks up the phone

Why can't I tell if he's looking at me?

Should I give him a smile?

Should I get up and leave?

  Some might say that it was creepy that you knew when Rafe was around but you couldnt help it. You and Sarah had been friends for two years now which meant you went over her house pretty much everyday, you had picked up on her brothers habits. 

He was never around on Saturdays and he went out on Mondays and Wednesdays to go to the beach and do his little band practice at Toppers house. You couldnt help but develop a small crush on him over the years, feeling your cheeks heat up whenever he looked in your direction or when he asked how you were doing. 

Eventually you had fallen head over heels for him, thinking of him throughout the day. And when Sarah got her phone taken away it only made things worse because you had to call her house phone. The first time you called Rafe had answered first.

 It was a sunday morning and his voice was still raspy from sleep. Now it became something that got your heart racing, calling earlier in the mornings before Sarah was awake just so that you could hear his voice. She had noticed, slapping your arm whenever he walked away. 

But little did you know that he was starting to feel the same way about you, purposely looking at you for longer and being sure to flex his arms. It was all a little game to him, watching how flustered you got. You never knew what to do when he’d lean against the counter and start conversation with you while Sarah was grabbing something from her room. There really was no right reaction.

I know it's strange

I don't know what I'm thinking

But is it wrong if I see him this weekend?

I really hope I can get him alone

I just don't, don't want her to know

 It was a sunny Sunday afternoon when he finally asked you out. Sarah had stayed up all night watching the Fifty Shades of Gray Movies and was still in bed when you decided to go out to the pool. He joined you, asking if you’d be interested in going to the beach with him the upcoming Saturday. 

Of course you said yes, not realising until after that it might be a bad idea. As much as you liked Rafe it still felt wrong to go out with your best friends brother. Surely Sarah would understand, right?  Later that night she asked if you wanted to go to the movies with her and see the newest shitty romantic comedy with one of the Sprouse twins. 

You felt bad declining her offer, trying to think of any reason at all as to why you couldnt go. Truth be told that she was your only friend and there was really no reason for you to be doing anything on a Saturday without her. You couldnt tell her that you were going to the beach, she’d insist on going with you.

 “My aunt is having a family gathering on the mainland, i might stay the night at her house.”You answered, trying not to give yourself up. “Why didnt you tell me about this?”She asked, not too suspicious. “I just found out this morning when I went to leave.”You replied. She hummed, turning over on her raft. “Is it the bitchy aunt or the cool one?”She asked, hearing stories about them both over the years. “The cool one, obviously.”You grinned.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My best friend's brother is the one for me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

A punk rock drummer and he's six foot three

After that first date you felt like you would never date anyone again. That might be dramatic considering the fact that you were only seventeen but that didnt matter. He was everything you had ever wanted in a guy. He was sweet, he had a sense of humor and he was in a band. 

The band thing didnt matter but it was definitely a plus, just like his height. After the third date he invited you to watch his little band practice. They all knew that they werent ever going to perform anywhere, they didnt really want to.

 THey had more fun making music and hitting things in Topper’s soundproof basement than they ever would on stage in front of people. When he invited you thats how you knew it was official. He had never in the history of all of his partners ever come to his band practice. YoU jUsT WErEnt LiKe oThEr GirLs.

I don't want to, but I want to

'Cause I just can't get him out of my mind, and

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My best friend's brother is the one for me

 You had considered breaking things off earlier in the relationship, too paranoid that Sarah would find out. Sarah’s friendship meant a lot more to you than dating Rafe, the two couldnt even be compared. 

But you just couldnt bring yourself to do it, you finally got the guy that you had always wanted and nobody was getting hurt by it. The two of you would sneak kisses when she wasnt around and when you slept over you’d sneak into his room in the middle of the night. 

The adrenaline of it all just made your life so much more exciting, you didnt really plan on giving it up anytime soon. And you were too far into the relationship to stop it now and you were just too deep in the lie. And what Sarah didnt know wouldnt hurt her.

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[lonely-teddy-bear]

Celebrity Crush ➳ Rudy Pankow

Request: hi!! can i request a fic where reader is a singer and rudy is her celeb crush (she’s a few years younger) and like nobody knows but then she finds out he has a crush on her and it’s like fluffy

A/N: idk if it’s enough fluff but I liked writing this one. But I hope you all like it!! It’s my first Rudy imagine so if you want more or want JJ let me know! I’m taking requests for Rudy/JJ, Rafe/Drew, and Harry Styles. :)

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“Thank you Ralph, for this gig.” You smiled towards the owner of the club who was an old friend of your parents.

He scuffed and waved it off, “It’s no problem, I'm glad you were in town because the band that always plays here got a signing and well he headed off.” You smiled at him. You understood the situation because you also used to play at his club since you were young and you were discovered there along with the rest of your band mates.

“Well they will come back. I mean look at me, in the middle of a tour and I had time for you. You are the reason I got discovered and given a chance.” He gave me a nod.

“Yeah you are right. When you have more time come by more, people miss seeing you.”

“I’ll try once the tour is over.” He gave you a smile and sent you off to the backstage telling you your time was almost up and to start setting up.

Your band consisted of three other members and with you there were four in total, making you the lead singer. Your bandmates were given the opportunity to sing but they would just shake their head and stick to what they loved and enjoyed doing.

Once everyone was done doing their part on setting up you started to do soundcheck to make sure everything was set and ready. While you were talking with your bandmates the drummer gave you a nod signaling you to look towards the crowd. You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and turned around and looked around the crowd to see who she was pointing at.

“Rudy is here.” You turned around to look at your drummer whe you heard her say your celebrity crush name.

“What?”

“Rudy Pankow is here. Don’t you see him?” You turned around again and looked at the crowd as best as you could with the lights on your face. Sure enough he was here, he was by the bar, leaning and looking towards you. You looked away and your eyes widened.

You were a fan of him and you might even have a crush on him and seeing him in the same club that you were about to perform at made you feel nervous, You have never been a nervous person when it came to performing in front of people, you had gotten used to it but to see someone you had a crush on and who was famous made you feel like you were about to throw up your lunch.

“Calm down y/n. Just focus on the music and if you want i’ll turn the lights more so you can’t see him.” All you could do was nod at her. Your bandmates knew about your silly crush on Rudy and how obsessed you were with him and just like any other friends they would tease you about him and would always joke about the chances of you meeting him. The lights got brighter which made the audience nonexistent which calmed your nerves just a little bit but you couldn’t help but to keep thinking on how Rudy was going to be looking at you and hearing you sing.

Once you started playing you lost track of time and forgot about where you were and who was watching you. You focused on your singing and the guitar you would pick up on certain songs. You all had kept the track list you were performing in your tour so the time went real fast. Before you knew it you were in your ten minute break which gave you time to freshen up and get something to drink. The rest of the band stayed backstage and just sipped on the waters they had but you had drunk the bottle throughout the songs when you had the chance.

Walking down towards the floor you would bump into people and some people would just stop you to tell you how good you were. As much as you wanted to stay and talk you had to tell them that you were on break but they could catch you after the end of the show in which they understood. You finally had made it to the bar and took a seat, letting out a sigh when feeling a chair under you. You leaned on the bar and placed your head on your hands and closing your eyes.

“Want water or something else?” You heard Ralph and without looking up you answered him.

“Give me a lemonade please,” you didn’t have to look up to see him smile at you. You used to drink lemonade all the time when you played in the club, you would drink it before, on break and after you were done and just hanging out.

“Lemonade? I would have guessed you would get something with vodka or rum,” your breathing stopped and you felt your body tensed up. You couldn’t believe your hears but then again you were just on stage with all the music so maybe you were hearing wrong but nonetheless you looked up at the person that spoke to you. Your eyes widened when you saw who had spoken and who the voice belonged to.

“Omg, Rudy,” you wanted to facepalm yourself, you had said his name as if he was a long time friend who you haven’t seen in years. He smiled at you when he noticed your blushing face. He didn’t know if it was from being on stage or because he was there.

He raised his brows at you as if waiting for your response. “Oh right, um, I don’t really drink, not because I don’t like it, it’s more because I can’t drink alcohol.” He looked at you in question.

“Why not? Do you get drunk fast?” He gave you a teasing smirk and before you could answer Ralph appeared with your lemonade and placed it in front of you and then looked at Rudy.

“No, it’s because she’s 19,” with that he walked away. You looked at Rudy and saw his eyes wide and saw his cheeks getting red.

“Oh my, I have a crush on a 19-year-old,” You were taken back at what he said. He might have mumbled it to himself and you're sure he didn’t notice what he said but you couldn’t help but to question him.

“Wait what did you say?” He looked up at you and his eyes got wider.

“Please tell me you didn’t hear that,” You couldn’t help but to smile. You felt as if you were dreaming.

“I heard you but don’t worry I may also have a crush on you,” you looked away from him for a second and then looked back at him to see him staring at you.

“You do?” You gave him a nod. “Yeah, my friends think it’s silly but what can I say you know?” he nodded in agreement.

“Yeah I get you, the guys always joke about my crush on you when I play your songs.” He plays my songs around his friends? You wondered. You were about to speak but was interrupted by Ralph, “Your break is over, they need you on the stage,” You gave him a nod and thanked him for letting me know. You looked back at Rudy and saw him already looking at me, his face became red when he realised that you caught him looking at you.

“Well I got to go, it was nice talking to you, um, maybe you want to get drinks after I finish here? Or go somewhere?” He quickly nodded.

“Oh yeah for sure. I would love that. I’ll be waiting here for you. Have fun on the rest of the show.” You smiled at him and looked away. You made your way to the back and once you were with your teammates you let out a scream of excitement.

They looked at you as if you were crazy, “what happened?”

“I’m having drinks with Rudy! And I might go out with him after the gig,” they all looked surprised and gave you smiles. “Well good for you then, you finally got to meet your celebrity crush uh.” You slowly nodded, you really did.

Throughout the show you tried looking for Rudy in the crowd but the lights were too bright for you to find him, You should have brought them down a little bit but you thought it was good that you couldn’t see him because then you wouldn’t be focusing on the song, you would have been just looking at him.

By the end of the set list you thanked everyone for coming and thanked Ralph for everything he has done for them. When you got off and headed towards the bar you saw the blonde waiting for you in the same spot, looking at you with a smile. You couldn’t help but to smile back at him.

“Hey,” you smiled shyly at him. “Hey. You were great. I actually can’t believe I saw you and your band live. It’s been my dream to see you live.” You cocked your head to the side.

“Really?”

He nodded.

“Yeah. I’ve listened to your music since your first ep.” That made your heart swell up. You couldn’t believe your celebrity crush liked your music and had a crush on you.

“Well how about I give you a pair of tickets to one of my concerts and you take me out for dinner?” You could feel the nerves roaming through your body, waiting for his answer.

“I like the way you think, Y/n.”

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Hope you liked it! Xx

[skyburned]

This is the second installment of my effort to distract myself by putting together some family history of the characters in my Intermezzo - Flying Into The Wind story.  

Lombardo Family

Camilla Lombardo 

The Dragon

Camilla grew up in an academic family with her two older brothers. Their children were her age so she was technically their aunt, a point of amusement for her which didn’t really amuse the nephews.  She both bullied and protected them.  After an eventful (many experimental boyfriends) but somewhat disappointing childhood and teenage years (she was unable to prevent her brother Tony from marrying someone she hated), Camilla enrolled in a local college.  She put in a decent amount of time actually going to class and received satisfactory if not high grades in econ and, surprisingly to her brothers, statistics. She left before graduating, claiming that her opportunities to apply what she'd learned were more useful than attending classes, and she was frankly bored.

*Camilla and Gabe. Cam, once again, insists one of his plans is stupid.

She briefly shared an apartment with a friend before her disinterest in sharing any responsibility for housework or paying bills ended that relationship.  She spent time with some of the top rock bands (they were enthusiastic but wary), with an animal rescue organization which she happily helped by intimidating awful people, and with an elderly gentleman who left her a significant amount of money when he died. Never shy, Camilla also enjoyed being the subject of x-rated photography.  Some of it made its way to the internet.  She never worried about that either.

*Camilla explaining the concept of the Oracle of Delphi to her cousin Rafe, and further explaining why it is dangerous to accept gifts you don’t understand from people you don’t understand although better to understand the person than refuse the gift.  He thought the concept of the Trojan Horse was the more likely explanation for that particular gift.  Camilla Lombardo is rarely wrong.*  

At this point in her life Camilla lives with Heydon Mitchell, a guitarist for a leading rock band called Mercury Rising.  He is the divorced father of three grown children as well as two with Camilla. His ex-wife, whom he loved, sadly turned out to be more in love with the drummer in the band which caused considerable drama and hard feelings. Camilla cheered him up then decided this was someone she wanted to continue cheering up for the rest of her life. He is a kind but no-nonsense sort of man, good father, good friend, and faithful lover. Camilla’s relationship with him is one of mutual respect. He is very happy with Camilla as is she with him to the astonishment of most of their friends.

*“Thank you Cam,” Amanda had said.  “Whatever you think of me, I love Gabe.” Then she'd left to drive all the way out to the family’s old house on the lake to try to find the man and do something that would make him stay with her.  Camilla walked around the back of her house out onto the beach and sat down in the wet sand. Moonlight and streetlights twinkled and reflected in the water as it moved, shifted, approached and crept away. She dug her fingers into the sand. I need, she thought unhappily, to do something about my manicure.*

Camilla is conniving, intelligent, resourceful and assertive with a bitch factor of 11.  It’s good to remember that she will use any and all of that for the benefit of those she thinks need and deserve her help whether or not they want it.   

[thirstystarkey]

imagine rafe as the bad boy drummer of a rock band, me and my little fingers will write that shit right away bc i am one lil thristy ass bitch for drew starkey

[trickkombowerskru]

Masterlist Part 2

A/N:Tumblr said the first masterlist was too long, but a majority of my work can be found was listed there and it can be found here :)

* = Smut or NSFW

It 2017:

Henry Bowers:

Being Henry’s Little Sister In The Losers Club

Henry Trying To Pick A Fight With His Girlfriend After Butch

Henry With A Domestic Girlfriend

Caught

Henry Teasing His Girlfriend For Being Soft

Henry Finding Out His Girlfriend Is A Mermaid

Trance

Safe Haven

Reunited

Henry Falling For A Juniper Hills Nurse

White Picket Fence Life

I Love You

Henry’s Thoughts When Seeing His Girlfriend Again After 27 Years

Welcome Back

Domestic!Henry When The Twins Are Born

Christmas With Henry

A Father’s Worst Nightmare

*Henry Relieving His Girlfriend In Public

O’Brother

Henry Falls For A Stoic Native American Girl

Road Trip Part 2 Part 3

Being Henry’s Daughter

Henry When His Girlfriend Defends Him From Butch

Unprofessional

Wanted

Henry Dates A Soft Girl

I’m Not Crazy

Patrick Hockstetter:

Patrick Dates A Curious Girl

Patrick Finds Out His Girlfriend Has Tourette’s

Patrick Falls For An Obsessive Girl

Patrick Dating Belch’s Older Brother

*Patrick Finding His Girlfriend’s Diary

Patrick Dating A Girl Afraid Of Fire And Knives

Getting Handcuffed To Patrick For The Day

Patrick Dates A Smart Girl

*Patrick Finding His Boyfriend’s Vibrator

Patrick And Vic Date A Punk Girl

How Patrick Met His Girlfriend

Missing

Christmas With Patrick

House Party Blues

*Yes Daddy

*Patrick When His Curvy Girlfriend Wears Form Fitting Clothes

*His Plan

Patrick Dates A Girl Who Doesn’t Think She’s Real

What Patrick Looks For In A Goddess

Journal

Being Patrick’s Daughter

Victor Criss:

It’s Okay

Patrick And Vic Date A Punk Girl

Snowball Fight

Vic Getting A New Years Gift For His Girlfriend

*Vic Having A Mommy Kink

Being Vic’s Daughter

Belch Huggins:

Belch Dates A Cheerleader

*Belch When His Girlfriend Rides His Thigh

Drunk Belch

*Belch Having A Mommy Kink

Hey Good Lookin’

Funsize

Thick Skinned

See You Around

Belch’s Girlfriend Putting Makeup On Him While He’s Asleep

Boy Next Door

Being Belch’s Daughter

All the boys:

*Lazy Early Morning Sex With The Bowers Gang

The Bowers Gang When Their S/O Slaps Them During A Fight

The Bowers Gang Having A Horror Movie Marathon With Their Best Friend

The Bowers Gang When Their Girlfriends Have A Panic Attack

The Bowers Gang Catch Their Girlfriends Asleep

The Bowers Gang With Boyfriends Who Like To Get In Fights

The Bowers Gang When Their Girlfriends Work Hard To Get Them A Birthday Present

The Bowers Gang With Girlfriends Who Have Big Families

The Bowers Gang When Someone Insults Their Chubby Girlfriends

The Bowers Gang’s Girlfriends Being Scared Of Another Member

The Bowers Gang Learning To Cook

The Bowers Gang Have A Sleepover With Their Best Friend

The Bowers Gang Dates Religious Girls

The Bowers Gang’s Quirks That Annoy Their S/Os

The Bowers Gang When Shy Girls Ask Them Out

The Bowers Gang Falling For Their Enemies

The Bowers Gang’s Girlfriends Getting Them To Wear Couple Costumes For Halloween

The Bowers Gang Teaching Their Little Sisters How To Fight

The Bowers Gang’s Little Sisters Having Crushes On Another Member

The Bowers Gang Find Out Their Little Sisters Have A Gang Of Their Own

Hello Again

The Bowers Gang Finding Out Their Girlfriends Are Witches

The Bowers Gang When Their Girlfriends Fall Hard On Ice

The Bowers Gang With A Trans S/O

The Bowers Gang When Their S/Os Get Braces

The Bowers Gang Trying To Save Their Girlfriends Lives

The Bowers Gang Getting Their Asses Kicked By A Girl They Cat Called

The Bowers Gang Finding Their Girlfriends Old Scars

The Bowers Gang Meeting Their Girlfriends’ Parents

The Bowers Gang Date Girls With ADHD

The Bowers Gang Watching Disney Movies With Their S/Os

The Bowers Gang Meeting Their Daughter’s Boyfriends

The Bowers Gang With A Bipolar S/O

Poly!Bowers Gang:

The Bowers Gang’s S/O Tells Them They Like Patrick’s Roughness

Belch’s Reaction to The Gang’s Girlfriend Fixing Up Amy

The Bowers Gang When Their Girlfriend Says Another One Member’s Name In Bed

The Bowers Gang With A Mob Tied Girlfriend

The Bowers Gang Helping Their Girlfriend Get Her Mind Off Loosing A Relative

The Bowers Gang Finds Out Their Girlfriend Lives In An Orphanage

The Bowers Gang With A Good Cook Girlfriend

The Bowers Gang When Their Girlfriend Is Nervous To Be Out With Them

Flirt

Popular

The Bowers Gang Falling For A Stripper

The Bowers Gang Dating Bev’s Older Sister

*Working A Summer Job With The Bowers Gang

The Bowers Gang Date A Girl From Another Gang

The Bowers Gang Help Their Girlfriend Through Her Parents’ Divorce

Present

The Bowers Gang Date A Teacher’s Pet

The Bowers Gang When Their Girlfriend Gets Valentine’s Gifts From Others

The Bowers Gang Date A Roller Derby Girl

The Bowers Gang When Their Girlfriend Fights Someone For Them

The Bowers Gang When Their Girlfriend Is On Her Period

The Bowers Gang When The Girl They Like Lays Out What She Wants In The Relationship

The Bowers Gang With A Girlfriend In A Band

The Bowers Gang With A Girlfriend Who Has Anemia

*Talking Body *Part 2

Dinner For Five

Deep Depths

Sketchbook

The Bowers Gang Date A Half Devil Girl

The Bowers Gang With An S/O Who Has An Eye For Lipsticks

The Bowers Gang With An S/O Who Knows Hair Care

Nicotine

The Bowers Gang Date A Girl Who Went To Juvy

The Bowers Gang Taking A Long Plane Trip With Their Girlfriend

The Bowers Gang Date A Mom Friend

PatHen:

Ransom

How Patrick Keeps Guys Away From Henry

It Chapter 2:

Ben Hanscom:

Ben When His Girlfriend Has A Migraine

Going To A Christmas Party With Ben

*Ben Getting Pegged

Richie Tozier:

Richie’s Best Friend Helping Him Come To Terms With His Sexuality

Human Diary

A Punch To The Face

Funny Guy

Baby Mama

Beverly Marsh:

Henry’s Brother Dates Bev

Bev With A Chubby Girlfriend

Eddie Kaspbrak:

Baby Mama

Stanley Uris:

Makeout Sessions With Stan

Mike Hanlon:

Mike Finding Out His Best Friend Avenged His Parents

Bill Denbrough:

Makeout Sessions With Bill

All The Losers:-

Poly Losers Club:-

Benverly:-

The 100:

Jasper Jordan:-

Bellamy Blake:-

John Murphy:-

Monty Green:-

Raven Reyes:-

Octavia Blake:-

Harper McIntyre:-

Emori:-

Bellarke:-

The Flash:

Barry Allen:-

Cisco Ramon:

Day In

Caitlin Snow:

Caitlin Dates Cisco’s Sister

Killer Frost:-

Ralph Dibny:

Snowbarry:

How Killer Frost Feels About Barry And Caitlin’s Relationship

Being In A Poly Relationship With Caitlin And Barry

Bloodline

Nolan Rayburn:

Nolan Dates A Paranoid Girl

How Nolan Acts When He’s Jealous

*Helping Out

*Nolan When His Girlfriend Rides His Thigh

Christmas With Nolan

Savior

I’m A Flirt

Nolan When His Girlfriend Falls Hard On Ice

Nolan’s Soulmate

Nolan Dates A Psychology Major

Nolan Dates A Girl With ADHD

Nolan Catching His Girlfriend Singing

Nolan Helping His S/O Take Care Of Their Sick Kid

Black Mirror:

Ryan “Trick” Trebecki:

Trick Dates A Paranoid Girl

You’re Home

*VIP

Trick When His Girlfriend Falls On Ice

Trick Helping His S/O Take Care Of Their Sick Kid

Mrs.Fletcher:

Julian Spitzer:

Right Here

Convenient Encounters

*NSFW ABC’S

Relationship ABC’S

13 Reasons Why:

Zach Dempsey:-

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester:

Age Gap

*Gorgeous

Sam Winchester:-

Castiel:

Baby Angel

Jack Kline:

Just Gone

Jack Comforting His S/O After A Rough Week

Jack And His Girlfriend Getting Caught By The Boys

*Restless

*Jack Getting Pegged

*Jack Getting Intimate With His FTM Boyfriend

Charlie Bradbury:

Charlie Going To Comic Con With Her Girlfriend And Nerding Out

Claire Novack:

Safe

Team Free Will:

Surprising Team Free Will With A Karaoke Machine

Team Free Will When Crowley Gets A Hell Hound In The Bunker

The Umbrella Academy:

Diego Hargreeves:

*Diego Getting Pegged

Allison Hargreeves:-

Klaus Hargreeves:

Klaus’ Best Friend Getting Stuck In The Future With Five

Ben Hargreeves:-

Vanya Hargreeves:-

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington:

Being In A Poly Relationship With Robin And Steve

Jonathan Byers:-

Robin Buckley:

Bullseye

Having A Secret Crush On Robin In High School

Being In A Poly Relationship With Robin And Steve

Security

Robin Dating A Girl With Anxiety

Uncharted

Nathan Drake:-

Sam Drake (including 19 y/o Sam):-

Rafe Adler:-

Harry Flynn:-

Elena Fisher:-

Chloe Frazer:-

Nadine Ross:-

Misc:

Rodrick Heffley:

Rodrick Dates An E-Girl

Rodrick Dating A Rebellious Catholic Girl

Rodrick With An Insecure S/O

Rodrick Dates An Athlete

*Busted

Drummer Boy

Rodrick Dates A Popstar

Rodrick Dates Rowley’s Older Sister

*In Uniform

Game On

Rodrick Trying And Failing To Ask His Crush Out

Adam:-

Casper Galloway:-

Leo Strange:-

Dean Taylor:-

Freddy Klein:-

Alexander

*First Time

Alec:

Relationship ABC’S

Boots Conley:

Boots Dates A Soft Straight Edge Girl

* NSFW ABC’S

Relationship ABC’S

Snowbird:-

AU:

The 100 Arrowverse:-

Supernatural IT:-

[foxsimthings]

for @moonfamiliar‘s Rafe Quill Vikander!

Painter Extraordinaire | Creative - Goofball - Good Young Adult | Comic Book Artist

A metric ton of info below the cut, but the basics are in point form to help get you through my verbose ramblings! I definitely got carried away but Rafe is a precious handsome boy and I wanted to put lots of love into Idris for him! 

private dl if chosen hello

Bio:

His birth certificate says Del Sol Valley, but Idris never knew his parents. He knew some story about an up-and-coming starlet falling in love, a sordid affair, a child that could ruin her career. But he’s never known the truth and, frankly, hasn’t wanted to since he was a kid.

Idris was tossed around the foster system since he was very young. Never stayed in one place long enough to make too many friends, he was withdrawn and awkward as a child. He spent more time drawing comics, watching cartoons and playing video games than playing outside, spending time with friends; he could watch his many foster siblings do so through the windows, but struggled to get there himself when he was young.

Getting older, the revolving door of foster families only made him angry. Idris was prone to fighting -- one break in his nose would never heal, leaving his face forever crooked. But when he was fourteen Idris got news he never believed that he would; he was being adopted.

The Cranes were warm and kind. Madelaine Crane couldn’t have her own children, so their home was filled with kids like him. Kids nobody else wanted. Madelaine and Henry Crane saved Idris’ life. His first day at the Crane household, he walked into his new room to find it bursting with coloured pencils, drawing pads, an easel, wooden models Henry himself had carved. It was more than a gesture of good faith; it was the parental love he’d craved all his life.

At last, he was allowed to flourish. Now

 out on his own and spreading his wings, Idris draws with a Del Sol comic book label and has his own series in progress called Father Time about a priest that discovers he has the ability to travel through time just as the zombie apocalypse begins. He’s lucky enough to have landed his dream job, he has a solid friend group with a standing Sunday night movie date, and the only thing missing now is a second parent for his gecko.

Bio TLDR; • booted around the foster system from birth to 14 • a very awkward loser child with no friends what a nerd • drawing, gaming and cartoons were his escape • scrappy little tween/young teen, got into way too many fights • he’s better now  • lives in San Myshuno with his gecko and so many plants • draws for a comic book label and has his own series

Personality: • Idris is a good man. He isn’t always perfect, he has his moments, but he does his best. He follows the motto ‘be better today than you were yesterday, and greater tomorrow than you will be today.’ • he’s learned patience, and continues to learn it. Patience with himself and with others is a virtue. • he loves a laugh, and while he isn’t great at handling super emotional situations, he’ll go to any lengths to make someone he cares about smile or laugh. • because of being bumped around so much as a kid, he has some attachment issues some of the many things he’s working on in therapy so he tends to love quite hard. • despite having a bit of a rough upbringing, he’s a happy young lad. Idris is glad to be alive and he’s glad that, as likely as it was he’d turn out miserable and angry, he didn’t.

Fun Facts:

• Idris loves reptiles and has a gecko named Marvin because he loved Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy • super into horror movies, particularly classic slashers like Friday the 13th • swallowed a penny for $5 one time • will absolutely draw people he likes • is pansexual, his last relationship was poly but he’s kind of into settling down • not to brag but he’s won one(1) whole karaoke contest in his life sooo • lactose intolerant but will never stop eating cheese, it’s worth the upset stomach tbh • the only gigantic pet peeve he has is when people sneeze or cough into their hand and then try to touch him like no back off scum • will listen to and enjoy any music. his first serious relationship was with the drummer of a weird spanish-folk-indie fusion band and he still owns four copies of their only cd

Playlist  ❥ (I loved that Rafe had his own playlist and I had it on repeat while I was working on Idris, so I thought I’d put one together for Dris as well!)

[onsunnyside]

So, bestie, does this mean we're going to see variations of Rafe like we do in the CE fandom ?? Imagine Alpha!Rafe who takes what he wants (a/b/o dynamics would be so interesting on top of the classism in obx).. Or camboy!Rafe whose secret you discover by accident.. Or whatever these pictures evoke.

A drummer in a rock band. Maybe he meets you on the road to stardom and accidentally knocks you up. Oops.

This one looks like the son of a mob boss, the heir of some huge mafia dynasty. And an utter sociopath that would use one of his signet rings and a cigarette lighter to permanently brand you as his own.

You could also most definitely do something with surfing. I know that's been kicking around in your brain for awhile. Anyways, these are my contributions, Sonny !! I hope you like them !!!

BESTIE YOU ALWAYS HAVE THE SLUTTIEST MOST PERFECT IDEAS, LET ME KITH YOUR BRAIN PLS 😚🫶 every single one of these prompted thots 😵‍💫 I will be posting them separately and linking them here:

A/B/O: alpha!Rafe drabble | #alpha rafe

camboy!Rafe drabble | #camboy rafe

drummer!Rafe drabble | #drummer rafe

mafia au drabble | #mafia rafe au

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Riot Fest Sucks

BY JORDAN MAINZER

Riot Fest Sucks. It’s a tongue-in-cheek phrase that occupies multiple meanings and connotations, referencing the organizer’s self-deprecating recognition that they’re not gonna make everyone happy with the lineup and scheduling conflicts. It’s the name of a Goose Island Beer Co. pale ale made for the Fest, at times served lukewarm, its $10 price tag a symptom of a somewhat pretend punk festival bombarded by corporate sponsors whose presence fails to belie the lack of close, cheap parking, credit card lines, and functioning ATMs. Oh, and Riot Fest Sucks because hours into it my girlfriend sprained her ankle exiting the Vans popup experience down the 20-foot fire pole with no soft landing. So unlike previous years, this year, I left after a couple sets on Friday.

I won’t get there yet--first things first, Caroline Rose. When I walked up to her stage and heard Natalie Prass playing on the loudspeaker, I thought what I initially did upon first seeing Rose’s name in small print on the lineup poster: “Why not Pitchfork?” But as soon as her band gradually came out--first "nicest legs in the band” drummer Will Morse, then “handsome and single” bassist Mike Dondero, then “best friend” Abbie Morin--and started playing a surf rock melody as Rose entered, it was clear that her unique mix of electro pop and retro rock--not to mention her early folk and country material--had her suited for a festival that embraces classic sounds. They began with new song “Everybody’s Making Out”, potentially from the new album she just finished, and then “Cry!”, the band providing a plinky breakdown to the LONER standout. Rose alternated between genuinely appreciative of a fairly large crowd coming out early on a Friday to hear some upbeat but sad songs, and being playful and goofy--essentially conducting the band with her feet while playing keys on another new spacey synth pop song, all before noticing the camera and posing as if she was in a photoshoot. Her joking fit the sarcasm of songs like “Money”, which was interrupted by Rose chugging a 312 and barely smashing the can on her head and then playing Aerosmith’s “Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing” on kazoo. Rose is as fun at a festival as she is forlorn on record.

But then the incident happened. I listened to a remarkably nonstop and consistent Hot Snakes set through the medical tent next to the stage as my girlfriend iced her foot, leaving for urgent care right as Neck Deep’s catchy but juvenile pop punk began, not to return until mid way through Turnstile on Saturday. Thankfully, we were able to rent a wheelchair for the next couple days. Navigating the grounds with a wheelchair was a challenge, parking for free on Roosevelt before going through the grass of Douglas Park and the various street curbs separating the Ferris Wheel and the Rebel Stage from the main area. For what it’s worth, save for a couple unsavory comments (“You’ve got him trained well!”), most people were extremely aware and respectful, moving out of the way when necessary, and even helping us out of the mud. We chose not to get ADA access next to the sound stage until Sunday, partially because we were unaware of the possibility, but also because we wanted to be with friends and in the crowd. And from my brief experience, Riot Fest and its attendees walked the walk as much as they talk the talk about acceptance and zero tolerance for discrimination against differently abled bodies.

Speaking of Turnstile, what I saw from them was a perfect mix of rap rock, hardcore, and nu metal, favoring songs from last year’s Time & Space like “Generator”, short ditty “Bomb”, and standout “Moon”, the last played twice, once regularly and once a capella by vocalist Brendan Yates to close the set. It was much more inventive and progressive than the band who commenced immediately afterward, nonetheless Riot Fest staple Gwar. This time around, most of Gwar’s set surprisingly focused on the generic thrash music, not as many antics, just costumed men playing and spraying blood willy nilly as opposed to as part of a plot. (Except when they killed Donald Trump--that was great.) It’s not Riot Fest without Gwar, but at this point, their sick jokes and edgelord humor is appealing mostly to dudes like the one in the Joe Rogan 2020 shirt I saw leaving the set.

We then traveled to the secluded Rebel stage to catch supergroup The Damned Things, who thankfully came on late, since on the way we got caught up in one of many “What happened?!?” conversations with a friend. The band first formed in 2010 to release their debut album Ironiclast, then consisting of Joe Trohman and Andy Hurley of Fall Out Boy, Scott Ian and Rob Caggiano of Anthrax, and Keith Buckley and Josh Newton of Every Time I Die. Nine years later, they’ve released their second album High Crimes, and this time around, Caggiano and Newton have left, and in has come Alkaline Trio’s Dan Andriano. At Riot Fest, they played half songs from the first record, half from the new one, including the first four tracks of the latter, which showcase equally what The Damned Things do well and where they fall into the traps of MOR rock. “Cells” is more raw than you’d expect from a band with FOB and Alkaline Trio members, both on record and live, and is a surprisingly great introductory song to the album. The other songs they played from High Crimes, including cheesy cheerleader chanting “Something Good” and “Omen”, whose lead riff can’t decide whether it rips off Tame Impala’s “Elephant” or Muse’s “Uprising”, could have been ditched in favor of record standouts like “Carry a Brick” or “Young Hearts”. The former combines the vocal urgency from Buckley that we’re used to with ETID, with Anthrax-worthy thrash metal, while the latter (along with the record’s centerpiece “Storm Charmer”) interpolate a menacing blues rock stomp that could have been emphasized over the pop punk sheen of the Fest. Not to mention “Let Me Be (Your Girl)”, whose music is straightforward but whose lyrics feature gender inversion when assumed sung from the perspective of the lead singer. I left enjoying the set but wishing they had played for longer so I could hear the deeper cuts.

Album score: 6.3/10

Of course, the scheduling gods put Testament, also known as “if Metallica was still good,” during The Damned Things, so we had time for just a bathroom break before catching The Struts. In case you’ve never heard of them, The Struts are English glam rockers, fronted by a man who wears a shirt with batwing sleeves, who fancy themselves the lovechild of Queen and Def Leppard but end up falling closer to someone like The Darkness--which is not a bad thing! Their second album Young & Dangerous is catchy and somewhat undeniable, and the band’s fanbase came out to support them at Riot Fest, British flag in tow. It was probably the crowd’s enthusiasm that fed off lead singer Luke Spiller that made the set infectious; “If you’re not ready to dance and sing, then you might as well fuck off,” he proudly proclaimed, a nice, clear contrast to drummer Rafe Thomas oozing out the words “Hello Chicago” in the most droll voice possible. Sure, the lyrics “I bet your body’s so sweet” are even more cringey in 2019 than they would have been in the 70′s and 80′s, and the “instructing the crowd to get down to the ground” maneuver is pretty tired, but it was refreshing to see a band so unabashedly and unironically unashamed of their influences. “Don't wanna live as an untold story / Rather go out in a blaze of glory,” Spiller sang on the opening lines of “Could Have Been Me”, and upon ending the song, he instructed the crowd: “Ladies and gentlemen, remember our names!” It felt like a scene from a movie, and I couldn’t help but think that such cinematic flair is exactly what the band is going for.

I had time to catch a little bit of underrated electro pop band Pvris and pick up an Orange Wit from All Rise Brewing Co (another Riot Fest staple whose most popular beer has actually improved over the years) before catching Wu-Tang Clan, almost by default. The legendary group seems to be Riot Fest’s token hip hop booking every other year, and so I’ve seen them play Enter the 36 Chambers about 36 times. They ended up doing it again even though not billed to do a complete album set, but was I really going to see Rise Against, Manchester Orchestra, or Andrew W.K. over some of the greatest artists, let alone the greatest hip hop collective, of all time? I’ll take time number 37.

Then came what I knew was going to be the most difficult decision of the weekend, and one I kept thinking about even after it was made. Thrash metal titans Slayer were playing their final Chicago area show at Riot Fest, and their other supposed farewell show I saw last year was phenomenal. Then again, who am I to believe that this would be the time Slayer would finally stop cashing it in and retire? Instead, I opted to see something I very likely would not see again: Bloc Party playing their 2005 debut Silent Alarm in full. Based on how surprisingly great their Lollapalooza 2016 set was, I was eager to hear a set filled with, uh, only good songs, and the idea of the first sounds of the set being the echo of the opening drums to “Like Eating Glass” traversing through the crowd, was one that supplied me with a rare kind of glee. So when the band came out donning masks, launching into the album’s slow final song “Compliments”, I realized that what I initially heard as speculation--that they would be playing the record in reverse--would be true. There went my dream. The sounds and images of fire coming from Slayer’s stage filled me with regret.

But as the set went on, I realized that the choice was one that was both strategic on the part of the band, making the crowd stay to hear favorites like “Banquet”, and beneficial to the crowd. Each song was more energetic and frankly better than the previous one, from the sweet dancefloor melancholy of “This Modern Love” to the stop-starts of “Positive Tension” and “Helicopter”. Of course, “Like Eating Glass” proved to be a worthy singalong, everyone around me air drumming like nobody was watching. And I even got to see Slayer close with “Angel of Death” on the way out!

With one full day of Riot Fest finally in the books and surprisingly sore from navigating a wheelchair over patches of grass, mud, and curbs, I was thankful that the first batch of sets we were interested in seeing on Sunday was at the same stage, where I could grab beer and food and come back, and we could switch off between the grass and the ADA stage (which, awesomely, had free water). Arriving to hear the end of wildly cool and catchy Chicago post-punk band Ganser, we sat and waited for Nick Lowe with Los Straitjackets (and watched a different kind of “jacket” swarm unfortunate members of the crowd who mistakenly wore too much cologne). With the masked instrumental rockers (another band with masks?!?), two years ago Lowe released an album of instrumental versions of some of his best songs, so I was curious to hear how they would fare as his backing band. They got a slowed down “So It Goes” out of the way, as if to say to casual fans in the crowd, “I dare you to leave,” before burning through a variety of early era Lowe classics like “Without Love”, given a country spin by the band. The band delivered a mid-set instrumental performance as Lowe took a break, showing their guitar chops and stop-on-a-dime dynamism, before Lowe came back for “Half a Boy and Half a Man” and the other song everybody was waiting for, “Cruel To Be Kind”. Before playing set closer “Heart of the City”, Lowe said to the crowd, “Thank you, music lovers!” the quintessential statement from a true “music critic’s band,” but one with the pop songwriting talent to reach beyond.

I took the one-two punch of the “Save a lollipop, suck a dick” t-shirt and the tardiness and subsequent flatness of The Village People’s set as a sign that I should leave and walk by Less Than Jake opening their set with Back to the Future music, be mad again at the scheduling gods for putting the amazing-sounding Ride at the opposite end of the park from where Guided By Voices was about to play, and grab some delicious Harold’s Chicken for myself and unfortunately protein-lacking pad thai for my girlfriend. But there’s nothing like GBV to fix a less-than-ideal situation or improve an already good one. “How do you follow The Village People?” Robert Pollard hypothetically asked as the band went on. “With the village idiots!” With even less time to play than they had at Summerfest, GBV churned out practically all hits, starting with their usual set closer “Glad Girls” and revealing a barrage of known live gems--“Cut-Out Witch”, “Motor Away”, “The Best of Jill Hives”--and some they haven’t played in a while, like Isolation Drills’ “should have been a hit” “Chasing Heather Crazy” and “Echos Myron” prelude “Yours to Keep”, during which a crowd member actually blew a whistle when Pollard sang, “the whistle blows.” The latter was part of the band’s Bee Thousand finale, giving a crowd of casual fans exactly what they wanted and pleasing diehards no matter what.

Deciding to forego sprinting and catching any of Against Me!’s full albums (two of them!) set or Dave Hause & The Mermaid, I planted myself in a spot where I could see Kate Pierson and Cindy Wilson’s beehives. The B-52′s followed a recipe for success in their set, leading off with track one of their debut, placing one hit early (“Private Idaho”), segueing a couple more from their debut into “Roam”, saving the two you knew they were gonna save for last. (Though I didn’t know they’d introduce “Love Shack” with War’s “Low Rider”.) The band was appropriately absurd and silly, frontman Fred Schneider’s sprechgesang adding hilarity to his response to Pierson’s “Something’s on fire in that pizza joint!” (“That’s my dinner!” he responded.) After the band ended with “Rock Lobster”, Pierson broke character and said two very serious things: 1) “Please vote!” and 2) “Go see Patti!”

And Patti Smith we did see, in all her glory. Her voice was as strong as ever on “People Have The Power”, “Dancing Barefoot”, “Free Money”, “Because the Night”, and “Gloria”. Unfortunately, almost half of her set was covers: “Are You Experienced?”, The Rolling Stones’ “I’m Free”, “Walk on the Wild Side”, “After the Gold Rush”, and for some reason, Midnight Oil’s “Beds Are Burning”. I would rather have heard something from her excellent later career albums like 2012′s Banga.

Hey, but she got a tribute during The Raconteurs’ set, as they chanted a little “Gloria” during “Top Yourself”. Along with shouting out headliners Bikini Kill (and the fact that they call God a “she” on new album closer “Thoughts and Prayers”), was it all part of Jack White’s plan to reveal himself as a feminist punk? I’m not sure; I do know that sociopolitical ideas aside, Help Us Stranger is a bit underwhelming as compared to the previous two Raconteurs releases, which were no White Stripes albums themselves. In any case, the band gave a very good set, because Jack White live is not to be reckoned with. The generic charge-up of album opener “Bored And Razed” was a buzzing jaunt on stage, and the blue-eyed soul of “Now That You’re Gone” was actually a nice change of pace from the blues-rock mashing of “Top Yourself”. On record, though it’s a welcome Ryan Adams diss track, “Don’t Bother Me” is straight up annoying, the repetition of the title after each line well-intentioned but flat--again, live, it somehow worked as a piece of absurdism. Thankfully, the band did play some of Stranger’s highlights, like the beautifully melancholy “Only Child” and power pop jam “Sunday Driver”. I wish they had replaced the comparatively generic “Somedays (I Don’t Feel Like Trying)” with catchy punk dirge “Live a Lie” or “Thoughts and Prayers”. The latter is the best song on Help Us Stranger. From the title, you think White might be trying to comment on gun control, but the song is at heart about life, a zooming folk odyssey rife with synths and fiddle and mandolin. “There’s got to be a better way / To talk to God and hear her say / ‘There are reasons why it is this way’,” White sings. It would have been an appropriate Riot Fest song: realistic, yet inspiring.

Album score: 6.3/10

But it was Bikini Kill’s triumphant reunion that was the perfect way to end the weekend, with dizzying instrumentation courtesy of Tobi Vail’s drums, Kathi Wilcox’s bass, and Kathleen Hanna’s guitar and siren of a howl. You knew they would sound great and play everything you wanted, from “Rebel Girl” to “Demi Rep”, the latter of which I hope will expose a new generation of fans to the band as the theme song to Hulu’s excellent PEN15. But the most fitting, even if not entirely poignant, was Hanna’s commentary, decrying “Let’s take this country back” white feminists and men who think they know everything, calling out rape culture more explicitly than anybody at the entire fest. “I’m sure Slayer talked about this a lot,” she quipped at one point. But it was a thought-provoking off-handed comment, one that makes me look forward to future lineups. Forget my forced symbolism of a $10 dollar beer. And I know the inherent problem of having a private, very white festival in a public park in a neighborhood made up of predominantly people of color, is not going to go away as long as the fest stays in said park. But Riot Fest can make a statement with the curation. Do they continue to market to nostalgia with minimal radical politics? Or will the festival live up to the name and, in their own words, stop sucking?

[richwall101]

The Struts - Latest Album

The Struts are an English rock band from Derby, Derbyshire, England. The band consists of vocalist Luke Spiller, guitarist Adam Slack, bassist Jed Elliott, and drummer Gethin Davies. Formed in 2009, the original lineup was composed of Spiller, Slack, bassist Jamie Binns and drummer Rafe Thomas.

The band’s influences include Queen, The Darkness, The Rolling Stones, Aerosmith, Def Leppard, The Killers, The Smiths, Oasis, The Libertines, The Strokes, and My Chemical Romance. The Struts have been described as “unabashedly over the top retro-fetishist classic rock” and “glamorous and dangerous”.

Singer-songwriter Luke Spiller was raised in Bristol (Clevedon) England.

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New grydscaen Hacker Logo Designs

New Year New grydscaen - Cyberpunk Reboot 2021

Today I started desgning new logos for the cyberpunk "grydscaen" series to kickoff the new round of hacker character designs WIP for the "grydscaen: hack the mainframe" RPG trading card game promos and kickoff of my new newsletter and the release of the new release of the special edition "grydscaen: the seal maker 2nd edition with a cool new cover featuring bio hacker Hiro Yamaguchi the Velveet Hour terrorist who bombs the subway. The first logo design featured in this post is the mascot avatar for the illusive DNA data pirate anti-government rebel hacktivist group, the Black Holes lead who claim militiant strategist and mastermind Gryphon as their leader.

The idea behind the new designs was the re-release of four grydscaen books specifically grydscaen: war book 2 when the Atlantea Federation attach the Pacific Territories in the City, grydscaen: alliance book 3 when Packrat Saicho and leader Faid Callen is wounded starting an internal Packrat civil war, and grydscaen: insurrection boook 4 where the Psi Faction team is deployment direct to the Atlantea Federation homeland of Londes on mission with the Esset battlefleet aboard the Battleship Escalon.

These re-relases are accompanied by the new WIP release currently in galley edits grydscaen: idol whihc focuses on one of the main musicians that pops up in the grydscaean story, the glam rock band, Athens with lead singer Hibiki Sato and drummer Takira Mizutani as they train to become rock stars at IHS Music Academy inn the Echelons. Plus was have the second edition re-release with a fully re-written storyline of the flagship grydscaen title, the first book published in the dystopian cyberpunk series grydsacen: retribution which Kirkus Reviews called "anime-esque and well written" and Rainbow Gold Reviews called "dark adn gritty, an unpolished gem... as dark as it gets" for a new decade renamed to grydscaen: revolution featuring the Packrat leader Faid Callen startng a hacker revolution and all new cover art featuring the same character on the original cover which was drawn while I was studying animation inn art school the clandestine psychic operative and damper Julian "Blue" Iskafiin.

The Black Holes Logo Concept

I wanted to kickoff the new logo designs with bold hard black-and-white lines with hard angle fonts, gritty graphitti-like urban warfare logo gamer graphics and a bold statement. I started with the hacker group the Black Hole because they are the most militant of the rebel anti-government hacker gangs in the grydscaen series.

The character gryphon is central to the climax of the book grydscaen: dark after Jester wipes the Triumvirate leader Zoon's memory. Though we see him in other books, this is the first time we actually get a close iinsight into his personality. That messed-up narcissistic militant view of a harsh world full of goernment corruption and lies shapes gryphons view and drives him. I wanted to have the Black Holes logo be sort of subversive and edgy so went with a sneering mask feel. The blue highlight colour I chose to resemble to blue sky before the nuclear bomb which is now shrouded in a reddist lightening toxic colour left over from the uceal explosion caused by the Dionysis Effect which forev rendered the sky red lightening covered innn radioactive fallout. The blue is a hint at Grypon's soft spot hidden deep within his militant harsh exterior.

The grydscaen Hacker Factions

There are many hacker factions in the grydscaen series. Each group has a particular purpose. They include:

- The Black Holes - DNA Data Pirates led by Gryphon

- The Packrats - Anti-government Psychic Cyberterrorists led by Faid Callen

- Velvet Hour - Climate Terrorist Bio Hackers led by Rafe

- The Terror Hack - Anti-Government Rebel Hactivists led by Mage

- Jester Hacker Guild (JHG) - Anti-Corporate Blackhat Hackers led by Jester

- Clannet - Organized Crime Drug Gang Directed by Drug Dealer Wraith

- The Soul Deep - Jet Jockey Underground led by Hacker Informant Jazz

The Packrats Clan is then further broken down into sub-groups called "inner factions" which are only recognized internally and include:

Runners led by Ang responsible for runs and psi inducer drugs. Mobile Comand Center led by Dark responsible for the Mobile Frames. Wastes led by Set later Naito Sennish, the main Packrats fighters . Acolytes run by Elite Level 9 hacker Acoyle formerly of Terror Hack. Prophets led by Aseth who act as spiritual gides for the Packrat clan. Hosts whose members are hosts and escorts. The rules for these groups are all layed out in the Packrat Code which is included in the series bible, a sort of fandom encylopedia of characters, locations, drugs, political factions, warring governments, global powers, rebel hacker groups and terminology used in the grydscaen seriesand included in the appendix of the backstory book grydscaen: beginnings.

Hacker Logo Design Plans

All logos will be black and white with a single highlight colour for each group with the Black Holes colour as neon blue. The designs will be timed to the re-release of grydscaen: revolution and hoping to have them all completed by the indie release of the tech noir series sequel to grydscaen: dark and grydscaen: scout with the new novelette called grydscaen: zero day.

My Next Logo Design

Next design will be the bio hacker terrorist group Velvet Hour and the new 18 year old host Nier Ishida the petulant and flamboyantly gay younger brother to Sakama Ishida the Psi Faction Night Team Lead and psychic operative. Sakama can use the technique "witch blood" spiritual which is a psychicinduced medium power of the Prophets first highlighted in book 10, the final book in the main grydscaen series titled grydscaen: imperium.

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//  The Struts are an English rock band from Derby, Derbyshire, England. The band consists of vocalist Luke Spiller, guitarist Adam Slack, bassist Jed Elliott, and drummer Gethin Davies. Formed in 2012, the original lineup was composed of Spiller, Slack, bassist Jamie Binns and drummer Rafe Thomas. //

[onsunnyside]

pls write more drummer rafe!!! that was saur goodddd 💕

hehe well i've been thinking about spending the night in his band's tour bus 🤭

after a show he's all sweaty and high on adrenaline, and somehow shirtless bc he tore it off halfway through the concert. he can't wait any longer and shoves you into his bunk (which was already small for himself, one can imagine how snug it is with the two of you). he just has to get his hands on you, tearing off your clothes and quickly unbuttoning his jeans, before sliding into you. he's so big and ravenous, his weight pins you down deliciously and his lips are everywhere, your face, your neck, your chest (you know you'll be scolded about all the marks by your agent): "Shit, I missed you, sweet girl, missed you so fucking much," his groans harmonize with the lewd sound of slapping skin, "you missed daddy too, baby?" You can only manage to nod, pitiful moans fluttering from your swollen lips. He tsks, nipping your neck before lifting himself with his arms on either side of your head, "Good girls use their words. So you better start talkin' before I use that mouth instead."

p.s. he also eats it from the back #confirmed