#chris pierce

[saltygilmores]

Milo Makeout 60’s style for @not-with-you-but-of-you and all of my friends. I also recorded the two scenes that were included after it 💖

Why is this my favorite makeout?

-The whispery sex voice

-The dreamy perfect background music

-Car makeout!

-The car seat creaking as he leans over

-The ear sucking! -The cheek thumbing!

-“There’s a lot going on in California”

The only downside?

No matter who Milo plays he is always getting interrupted during makeout seshes!

[sinceileftyoublog]

Sunny War Album Review: Anarchist Gospel

(New West)

BY JORDAN MAINZER

A breakup. The death of her father. A decaying Earth. Uprooting and moving to her childhood city. On Anarchist Gospel, Sunny War looks change in the face--some unexpected, some sudden, some gradual--and transforms chaos into her best album yet. The singer-songwriter and blues guitar fingerpicker has long channeled struggles, from personal bouts with substance abuse and addiction, to the overall fight against institutional racism and police brutality, into genre-averse songs of pain and triumph. The all-encompassing Anarchist Gospel expounds on this ethos, along with a cast of collaborators including producer Andrija Tokic (Alabama Shakes, Hurray For The Riff Raff), Americana wunderkind Allison Russell, Gillian Welch creative partner David Rawlings, and My Morning Jacket's Jim James. Still, Sunny shines above all.

Take opener "Love's Death Bed", featuring backing vocals from Russell and Chris Pierce's shimmering harmonica, atop clacking drums and banjo. Sunny, who leads a chorus in a call and response, centers the song's dead-eyed stare into the soul of an ex. "Your mouth is a gun / Got bodies dropping every time you speak," she sings, making our jaws drop from the get-go. On "No Reason", a song built around Sunny's incredible desert blues riff and Jack Lawrence's steady bass, she clarifies that even though her ex might not mean to hurt her, it doesn't matter: "Good intentions that you keep / Don't change the fact that you're a beast." Sunny explores intentionality of destruction throughout the album, both in interpersonal relationships and via the environment, asking us to empathize and reflect on the space we take up. On "Shelter And Storm", she sings from the point of view of Earth itself, albeit one that has managed to survive apocalypse, repeatedly and jubilantly declaring, "The humans are away!" Yet, on "Earth", her tone is mournful and more realistic. A stunning combination of blues and jazz, bolstered by the vocal support of James, Maureen Murphy, Nickie Conley, and Kyshona Armstrong, as well as past collaborator Micah Nelson's slinky 12-string, the song reminds us that the end of the world is closer than we think, tangible if you bother to look around.

At the same time, Sunny battles self-destruction throughout Anarchist Gospel; in the lead-up to its release, she spoke about her music representing a battle between that side of herself and the one trying to make things better. On "New Day", she uses the language of addiction to wax on love, hurt, and obsession: "Believing in magic can be tragic / I'm love's junkie, I'm love's addict." One of the record's true standouts is "I Got No Fight", where pained guitars and screaming organs exemplify Sunny's desire for the days to end, depression that buzzes like a fly in her ear. On the gorgeous country tune "His Love", she sings of an unhealthy relationship, "His love fades, my love grows," and the timbres of her voice and the instruments similarly diverge, her lurking deep vocal register contrasting the spryness of the backing vocals, guitars, and pattering drums.

If Anarchist Gospel is anything, it's honest, an album that both bares its teeth and cowers, that sometimes turns inward in the face of trouble but eventually overcomes with boisterous community. On the Crass-quoting, blues stomp clap jaunt of a closer "Whole", Sunny War sings, "Today could be the last, you know / Happy's how you ought to go." Fully knowing it's easier said than done, and for some folks, impossible, Sunny nonetheless dares to dream to everyone.

[rehfan]

To Grace (@quirly) :

Fuck the haters, Queen. Straighten your crown.

I always find that music helps. Here. Take this.

[musiconspotify]

#ChrisPierce Live at Past Studio

[kumtana]

happy 15 years of glee!

↳ new directions

[joneevarts]

They pouting >:(

[sturnioloho]

this smirk

[g-xix]

🔞Piercings | Chrismd

part of all year 'round [KINKTOBER]

Cw's: nipple piercings, rough sex, Chris w a titty fixation, little bit of sadism, dry-h_mping

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"Are they-" Chris's breath hitched as he saw you come out in the thin white top, his eyes fixated on the two metal prongs that pressed against the cotton, creating little indents which had Chris' jaw hanging loose.

"Pierced?" You finished his sentence for him with a little grin at his hanging jaw. "Was wondering how long you'd take to notice."

Your boyfriend dropped the shirt which he had picked up with the intent of putting on - crossing the room topless until he was crouched in front of you, inspecting your white top and the little protrusions beneath, making a blush rise to your cheeks at the intense stare he held with yo tiddies.

"Chris…" You breathed his name with a hushed voice, breaking his gaze to look up and meet eyes with yours - only then realising the embarrassed look on your face.

"Shit, sorry lovely-" He uncrouched and straightened his posture so that he was eye level with you, brushing a strand if hair behind your ear and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. "They're just s-so…so…."

You couldn't bare to let Chris stumble over his words to find the adjective his mind was clearly too clouded to find. Besides, the childish glow in his eyes - mirroring a kid in a candy shop - was enough to paint the entire picture of how he truly felt about them.

Instead, you got up onto your tip toes and pressed a kiss to his mouth to stagnate his bumbling with your own lips - though as you went in for a small peck - Chris' arms snaked around your waist, hands pressing flat against your back and pulling you into his body so that he could make the kiss last longer than you'd expected. Your hands worked down his body, from resting on his neck to feeling his defined shoulders and those beautiful abs which pressed against your chest - but whilst you moved down - Christ' hands only moved up…

Whilst Chris' tongue hungrily ran over your bottom lip, asking for you to part your lips just enough so that he could slip his tongue into your mouth - you became hyperaware of Chris' hands scaling up from your arse and instead finding the bottom hem of your top, plucking and fiddling with the material - just waiting another moment to continue kissing, before he'd pull it off…

"Thissoff?" Chris slurred his words as he pulled away, likely lightheaded and completely drunk from your taste as he pulled away - oxygen deprived from the kiss that he'd been the one to elongate.

"Come again?" You couldn't help the shit-eating grin from appearing on your face as you cocked your head, Chris' eye roll indicating that he was not in fact going to ask again - pulling the top over your head as you raised your arms to swiften the movement - before Chris carefreely threw the top some distance away, looking down from your eyes, to your neck (patterned with a faint, almost-gone hickey from Chris just last weekend) to your piercings, eyes quite literally widening as he saw them for the first time under the top.

You could feel your cheeks almost glowing pink as Chris shamelessly stared, making yourself look down to observe them also - your nipples embellished with the bar through them - cool orbs hanging from either end and contrasting your skin so sexily that even Chris couldn't help his hands wandering up to your chest.

His palms cupped around the sides of your tits, thumbs curling around the insides so that Chris held a handful of you in either palm, squeezing ever so slowly and yet making the pressure in your stomach build nonetheless. Only when you felt his rough fingers slowly creeping up to your nipples, did you become slightly weary - and the mere feeling of his fingertip brushing your areola caused you to stop Chris' movements - placing your hand gently atop his and stopping his motion.

"Chris," You breathed, heat rising to your cheeks as you couldn't make eye contact, whispering "You can't touch them, they're still… like ….really sensitive…"

Chris' own breathing hitched, blood flowing south at your words, in some strange arousal at the visualisation of that.

Maybe he was discovering a new kink, the way the thought of your heavy breathing and high whines and had his cock twitching at the sadistic thought. Yet he chose not to put you through the pain of that, instead resisting the urge to pinch and pull one of your sensitive buds by placing a delicate kiss on one boob, palming the soft flesh instead, all the while making sure not to accidentally touch where you're sensitive.

Once again, Chris pulled back, literally thirsting to see what your tits looked like with the piercings inside them. The barbell threaded through them, he realises, is a light shade of blue - aquamarine blue.

Chris' favourite colour.

"You are such a fucking tease," Chris rolled his eyes and groaned, clinging to every shred of self-restraint to avoid pulling on your pretty tits and making you throw your head back and let out all those high pitched moans he so desperately wanted to hear.

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your mouth, hand coming up to your boobs to grope them yourself, fingers running around the raised peak as though you were teasing yourself, not letting your fingers touch the barbells no matter how much they were screaming for touch and attention from yourself or from Chris.

It was fair to say Chris' cock was rock hard at the sight. His gorgeous girlfriend with a new piercing - barbells laced through your pretty tits - aquamarine blue and practically begging for attention which he couldn't give… Chris' boxers came off quickly, and you would've helped him in taking off the thin, material shorts which you wore, it not for the impatience Chris showed with his actions - running his cock down your clothed slit, making your sensitive parts feel his head through your shorts.

Chris' impatience, the desperation to have friction against his cock was only mirrored by you as you rutted your hips into his cock, squeezing your thighs around his length to hold his cock against your aching heat, grinding and closing your eyes at the euphoric feeling which the little friction provided.

It was like you two were doing it for your first time again - libidinous virgins just craving to feel one another - so lusting you could barely take your clothes off without the need to feel something, anything.

Chris' hands wrapped around his length, his mind clouding with the buzz of thought, want to see those tits fuckin' shaking when I pound her, a finger trailing down from your stomach to those shorts - snapping the waistband against your fuzzy skin before moving down to the crotch-piece, pushing it to the side and seeing your bare, glistening pussy beneath - smirking as he noted you hadn't worn panties.

"God, if I wasn't so fucking desperate right now I'd eat you out until you were crying on my tongue," Chris muttered, pumping his cock in his hand as he spread your folds with two fingers, his cock pressing against your clit with enough pressure to have you legs shaking as you leaned back against the kitchen counter, resisting all instincts that urged you to buck your hips forwards and grind over his head.

His words had your legs feeling equivalent to jelly, and you thanked the stability of the kitchen table for taking all of your weight as Chris pushed his head into your hole, using your arousal for lube as he slowly pushed his cock into you - filling you inch by inch until you felt truly stuffed from Chris' length.

Chris barely let you adjust before he pulled out, slamming back into you roughly, making you gasp from the intensity of the first stroke alone. Your whole body jolted with the motion, and a hand jumped from your side to grip his bicep for support, your body wobbling as you looked up at Chris with unfocussed eyes, your whole body tingling, and your nipples feeling achy from no stimulation.

Despite your already partially broken mind, Chris was didn't stop - relentlessly thrusting back into you with no mercy - using the same, pitiless roughness which had your insides curling, breath ravaged from your lungs as you gasped for air, feeling your head fuzzying as the ruthless pace which Chris maintained, thrusting into you so hard it was almost inhumane.

You were a broken mess, no thoughts crossing your mind other that unfiltered pleasure from the way Chris' cock hit your g-spot with every hard thrust, kissing the tip of your cervix and making your stomach twist, clit throbbing and making your mind spin.

Alternately, Chris was like a machine.

He was in a complete rut, thoughts all only centred around your tits, and seeing them bounce with each hard thrust he gave - only growing rougher by the second as he aimed to see your boobs shaking even more - the soft flesh jumping with each hard thrust.

The smell of sex surrounded the horny mess you two were, and the pornographic whines that left your mouth only fulfilled Chris' fantasies, though he could only fixate on how much louder you would be if he took one of your nipples between his lips, biting down just a fraction to have you screaming his name and pulling on his hair.

A cry left your mouth at the thrust Chris gave, fuelled by those sadistic thoughts and shoving his cock inside you with such force you felt your head pounding - body crumpling and falling into Chris, who held you back against the counter with a strong grip.

Chris was nearing his orgasm and he could tell you were too, by the twitches of your wall around his cock and the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head as though you were going to cum at any second. Chris could feel his thoughts turning more and more vivid by the second as he got closer to orgasm - the sight of your nipples pierced with aquamarine barbells, each one shaking synchronously with each thrust was truly unholy - and Chris was fighting every animalistic urge in his body to not grab them or at least put his mouth around them.

Instead, Chris lifted one of your legs to your chest - holding it there with one arm and finding a new angle which accessed your g-spot far more easily, hammering it with fluid erratic thrusts growing sloppier by the second as he nearer his climax - burying his head in the crook of your neck, between your shoulder and jawline.

You could feel yourself slipping into your orgasm, nails ripping down Chris' back and leaving angry red train-tracks in their wake, letting out lewd moans and cries as you felt yourself coming undone on Chris' cock - your legs shaking and pussy crying as Chris continued to hammer into your overstimulated, post-orgasm pussy as he reached his high after yours.

"Give me a second, Darling, almost there, so close-" Chris' pants were hushed by grunts and groans, before he sunk his mouth over a tender part of your neck - teeth pushing down into the soft skin and silencing his own groans as you felt his strokes become sloppy, followed by the warm fluid filling you up as Chris pulling out - withdrawing his mouth from your neck to brush his fingers over the marks accidentally made against your skin.

The euphoria after that climax was insane, and as soon as Chris removed his hand from your side, you felt yourself stumble - legs still weak and barely holding you up until Chris reattached his arm to your side, snorting whilst you yourself let out a giggle too.

There was only one set back of the piercings you now had - the waiting time for them to heal. Your nipples ached from no stimulation, stiff peaks practically begging for attention or someone to play with them, even after your body was spent and orgasm-high. You loved having your nipples played with, and Chris loved showing them attention too, and months of waiting time for them to heal wasn't going to be fun for the either of you.

Not that Chris knew how long they'd take to recover.

He'd already started getting your clothes back anyways - putting on a pair of shorts for himself, and picking up your crop top so that you could cover your top half with the soft cotton shirt once more.

"Those piercings were a good choice. They look damn good, sexy," Chris commented as he walked by, smacking your ass on the way to the bathroom to run your a bath,making you snort at the action. "How long did you say those piercings would take to heal? A week or two?"

You gulped.

"A couple months…?"

Chris' head popped around the door with a blank look, the perfect picture representation of reacting with numbness in the face of grief. You didn't know whether to apologise at the genuine look of hurt on his face, or to laugh and use that as a motive to tease him for the next few weeks.

"I cannot wait until those things heal up," Chris lowered his head and shook it sorrowfully, as if mourning the time he'd have to spend without your titties. "It's going to be a long month, isn't it."

"Maybe you can spend the time without my tits to try find the clitoris for your first time, though?"

Chris let out a gasp in mock offense, pressing a hand to his chest at the unnecessary violation. You could tell where Chris was going to take that shot, and got yourself a head start - running into the corridor to get escape the inevitable result of Chris manhandling you onto the bed and whacking you with the pillow until either one of you broke your pillows and agreed to a truce and shared bath.

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MATCHING PIERCINGS

Chris x reader

Warnings: mentions of needles

Summary: Chris and ready get their eyebrows pierced together for vlog.

A/n: guys ik this is bad im BEGGING FOR FEEDBACK PLSSS. Also I don’t see enough Chris fluff. Also this is kinda inspired by Tara yummy’s vid of her getting her eyebrow pierced I just borrowed a few things she’s said about her experience!

I woke up scared and excited I had mixed feelings about the events that were gonna happen in a few minutes. Chris and I were gonna get matching eyebrow piercings but I have a low pain tolerance. I have multiple ear piercings but I’ve passed out for some of them. It wasn’t that bad I’m just scared and excited about it.

Chris and I started getting ready I put on one of Chris’s fresh love hoodies still being able to smell his cologne and I also decided to throw on some black shorts. Today was a Tuesday which meant the triplets were going to film a vlog video. They decided to add Chris and I getting pierced into the vlog.

I was done getting ready so I decided to go into the kitchen of the triplets’ house and I was met with Nick already pointing a camera to my face. “Say hi to the vlog y/n!” I waved at the camera with a smile as I got a Dr Pepper from the fridge. The triplets and I were close especially because I was dating Chris but we were really close before that too. We hung out almost everyday except when they were busy filming and doing other stuff like meeting creators.

I had a platform of my own just not as big as theirs. I am happy with having a small following since people get hated on as a soon and they get a huge following and attention and I wouldn’t have the time to handle that.

“Are you guys ready” I hear from behind me as Matt plays with the keys in his hands. “Yeah I’ll be there in a second!” Chris yells

“So how are you feeling y/n?” Nick asks as he points the camera towards me. “Scared but excited since I’ve been thinking of getting this piercing for a long time and I’m also happy Chris is doing this with me, I have no idea how I convinced him”

“I’m surprised you were able to convince him tbh” Matt lets out with a giggle.

Timeskip

We were on our way to the piercing shop and the reality of what was happing finally set in. Nick was keeping the vlog updated as we were only 4 minutes away from the shop.

Matt pulled into the shop and Nick started vlogging and I waited for Chris to get out the car so I could hold his hand. I clung onto Chris’s side since I was nervous. “Don’t worry I’ll be there the whole time” Chris says. Hearing those words gives me all the comfort I need.

I was first up to get the piercing as Nick was recording and Chris was holding my hand and rubbing my thumb to comfort me. The piercer got all the stuff she needed. “Hi! My names Lily and I’m gonna be your piercer, I’m just gonna talk you through it okay!” She was so sweet and was making me less nervous I closed my eyes as she was feeling my eyebrow “okay breathe in and… out” I did as she said and the needle went through

“Wow you did it!!” Said Nick as he was giggling behind the camera “shut up it’s done??” I questioned since it felt like nothing. “Yeah you’re all done let me just put in your jewelry!” As soon as the jewelery was done I switched spots with Chris now holding his hand for support. Chris went through the same process ans Nick was recording everything up close. “Nick back up!” Chris said as he felt the camera close to his face. We giggled at his comment “Matt you should get a piercing too”

“No thank you my ears are enough” he said with a giggle.

We left the shop and decided to get something to eat since we haven’t eaten anything “we look so cool” I said to Chris as he agreed.

[saltygilmores]

American Dreams=Jess Goes to Chilton

Bedford Diaries=Jess Goes To College

[madyxuwu]

Dan vs sobriety

College aged dan vs cast 🤞

Also both Elise and Dan are trans

I have many headcanons about these three sillies

[sad-trash-hobo]

Fast X was amazing. I know everyone likes to hate on the fast and furious movies, so do I, but this one redeemed the franchise from what happened in the 9th movie. Were there stupid, over dramatic, absolutely impossible things happening? Absolutely. Was it still so good and actually a fast and furious movie? Absolutely. I loved it so fucking much

[taylorswiftt1]

Kurt and brittany

Blaine and santana

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Chris Pierce

Let All Who Will (2023) … precision & power …

#ChrisPierce

[kumtana]

happy 15 years of glee!

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