#guitarist besties meant to be

[frnkiebby]

these stupid cute fuckers~🎃

[facefullofsadness]

The world needs guitarist winter!! 🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥 (i die a little each time i see her with a guitar)

AGREE!!! everyday that has passed since 230225 winter playing guitar at synk hyper line in seoul for the first time has just been me trying to recover and seek guidance bc damn, she ruined my life and it's all I've been able to think about

content - rockstar guitarist!winter, best friend's sister!winter, dom!winter, includes txt members (beomgyu and yeonjun) and giselle, song references, smut (messy and wild sex, slight degradation, fingering, cunnilingus, strap-on usage, choking, breeding kink, quickies, squirting, vibrator usage, semi-public sex/voyeurism)

wc - 3122

a/n - a loaded one since it's been a while. I had sm fun writing this in general, but especially a certain part (I think u'll be able to tell when u get there), I was laughing my ass off so fking hard. also I just got a haircut that's very wolf-cut-y so it helped a whole bunch to get into writing this lol, committed to the bit!

winter's a damn good guitarist.

she's fuckinggg hotttt too when she plays and she knows it. watched a vid of her recently doing her guitar solo during girls and after the final riff she smirked at the camera and I LITERALLY COMBUSTED DEAR LORD.

anyway, I imagine her in a rock band, one with beomgyu, and they're both just the hot, wolf-cut, dark emo guitarists. you're the lead singer and front man of the band and were the reason the band formed in the first place. you were besties with beomgyu and you two wrote and composed music from time to time, always having the idea of a band as a passion project at the back of your minds.

eventually, gyu recruited his sister, minjeong. the three of you worked together diligently, recruiting yeonjun as a drummer who knew and dragged along aeri as a bassist. it was truly a dream come true, getting to pursue what you're passionate about the most with your best friend and a group of people just as enthusiastic as you were.

though, it was hard to focus with such a pretty girl like kim minjeong breathing down your neck at all times. you, beomgyu, and minjeong would primarily work together on music, usually going from the afternoon until after midnight hours. while minjeong was only a few months older than your best friend, she'd boss him around and push him to go home, saying it was late and that their mom needed to see at least one of them to know they were okay. he'd groan and complain about it, especially since you and him were the main collaborators for songs and were the best when you were together, but she'd always promise to take good care of you, whatever that meant (huehuehue).

beomgyu cares more about you as a little sister than he does his own sister so when he gets confirmation that she'll take care of you, he accepts it and goes home early, leaving you and minjeong in the studio alone. you bite your lip as you watch the door close, your friend leaving you behind with her.

"just you and me now, huh pretty?" the girl leans into you on the couch.

you shift uncomfortably at the close proximity and try to subtly scooch away, "uh yeah, I guess so... we should try to finish this arrangement before we get out of here."

you try your best to compose yourself and act professional, hearing minjeong's deep chuckle next to you, "alright then."

actually getting work done and writing some lyrics alongside figuring out the instrumental arrangement with minjeong since she's the other guitarist, besides beomgyu (also bc he left). you tell her that you get frustrated with the fact you're not that good at playing, her having asked why you don't just make the arrangements yourself. and so, she decides to teach you! well, "teach you."

placing her acoustic Silvertone on your lap and crawling up slowly behind you, her warm body pressed up against your back, the brush of her lips against your ear making you shiver. she brings her arms over and places her hands over yours, guiding them around the strings and assisting with the chords.

she whispers deep and raspy into your ear various instructions, "if you cover this entire fret and press down on these strings, you'll get the F Barre chord. it's a little difficult but nothing you can't manage, right princess?"

"the placement kinda hurts..." you complain, feeling the burn of the metal strings against your skin.

"it'll be a little painful when you start, but with practice you'll get better. you have to press down harder than that though," her pressing your fingers down harder against the nylon strings.

whining softly at the pain, making her lips come closer to your ear, "come on baby, you can do it, a little pain goes a long way. I know you can handle it."

a chill runs down your spine at her words, proceeding to repeatedly attempt to strum the chord correctly until the sound was full.

"good girl, it wasn't that bad right?" you turn to face her, her lips just centimeters away from yours.

your breath picks up at her proximity and a smirk tugs at her lips, moving her face into your neck and hotly sighing against it.

"how badly do you want it, hm? how badly do you want me to fuck you like a rockstar?"

your grip on her guitar tightens as her mouth trails around your neck, gasping when you feel her tongue drag across slowly.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"nothing you don't want me to already, sweetheart."

you lean into her touch, moving your hand away from the body of the guitar to lace your fingers through her soft wolf-cut hair, pulling her head in further into your neck, now placing wet kisses against the skin.

you suddenly shoot your eyes open at the realization of what you two are doing and stutter, "I-I don't think we should be doing th-this... we need to finish the arrangement... and also, y-your brother, what will h-he think?"

you stumble over your words as minjeong just hums in response to, continuing to leave sloppy marks across your neck, feeling her make hickeys on parts of your skin that wouldn't be noticeable.

"we have all the time in the world to finish the song. but what about gyu? did you want him instead then?" she asks, almost threateningly, challenging you to say yes.

in response, you whimper and pull her head in further towards your neck, practically begging her not to go away.

"don't you feel ashamed letting your best friend's sister do this to you? or are you just a slut?"

you don't answer, only shut your eyes and bite your lip. minjeong doesn't like that, resulting in her hand to pull you by the hair backwards, head facing the ceiling. your eyes shot open at the contact and you see her blown pupils staring into yours.

her voice comes out low and dark, "answer me whore. tell me what you are, I wanna hear you say it."

you gulp down a lump in your throat, debating if you should listen to her or to your morals. all sense jumps out the window when she sexily raises her eyebrow at you, an expectant expression sitting on her aroused face.

fuck it whatever, she's too fucking hot, "I'm your slut, minjeong, all yours."

finishing the arrangement? what a joke! she has your legs spread wide open on the soundboard, skillful fingers pumping in and out of your squelching cunt, your head thrown back, moaning into the hot air of the studio. her one hand plunging deep into your pussy while the other one is wrapped around your waist, holding you close, keeping your thighs propped open with her body. and she's just watching you, her mouth slightly open and lips a deep dark plump red, her messy hair tousled, bangs sticking to her sweaty forehead. she loves watching how your face contorts in response to her digits curling to hit that delicious spot in your hole, hitting it repeatedly, her palm slapping against your clit with every quick thrust of her hand. the sounds of your croaky moans, wet and clenching pussy, and her heavy breathing fill the sound-proof room, the thought of productivity not even grazing either of your minds.

the pleasure built so much, you felt that knot in your stomach tighten. minjeong quickened her pace as she felt your legs start to shake around her, sensing how close you were to cumming. it was all too much and you suddenly orgasmed, crying out moans with every wave of delight that surged through your body, thighs trembling, eyes rolled back and mouth hung open, your hands gripping her shoulders for dear life. she intently watched with a lustful stare at every expression your face made while you came, memorizing how good you looked when she fucked you. pulling her fingers out and collecting every drop of cum you leaked onto her hand and wrist, licking it clean until a thin sheet of her saliva remained.

"open your fucking mouth and stick your tongue out," she demanded with a deep voice.

you obeyed and gagged, feeling her tongue shove itself down your throat, forcefully swallowing her saliva and your cum. drool seeped out the sides of your lips as she continued her onslaught in your mouth, feeling her clothed hips grind against your sensitive clit, moans slipping out of your throat in the form of gags.

she'd pull away suddenly, tongue exiting your mouth with a wet slurping noise, making you cough. "you. are. mine. remember that."

she'd remind you, running her damp fingers through her hair.

these late night escapades continued to occur with every single long session held in the studio (she definitely recorded some audios of you guys fucking for sureeee). the creative part of you wanted beomgyu to stay and help with the music, but the sinful part of you so desperately wanted him to leave as soon as possible to have his sister all to yourself. your best friend never caught on to you and minjeong, but oh, yeonjun and aeri caught on like THAT. the tension between you two was so palpable, the two older members would side eye you during practices and giggle to each other, watching the two of you eye fuck from across the room.

eventually, the band's popularity would build and proceed to skyrocket, leading to your guys' first tour. tour meant performing together, traveling together, being with each other, and ultimately, tour meant being with minjeong. and so when management would get 3 hotel rooms for you all, 1 for the boys, 1 for the girls, and well, 1 for aeri being the sleeping beauty she is, rooming with minjeong meant a few things. practicing together, writing and composing together, and sleeping together (for the girls in the back, SEX).

throwing you onto the bed as soon as you reach your hotel room, tearing your clothes off and pinning you down, sloppily kissing each other. she'd prep you by eating you out, sticking her wet muscle inside of your leaking core, caressing your walls and flicking against your g-spot. you bit down hard on the pillow, muffling your moans as her thumb covered in her saliva rubbed against your throbbing clit. her pulling away right before you came and putting on a strap-on she brought on tour (for you of course!), wasting no time in thrusting it into you.

the pillow probably did nothing to silence your screams as she mercilessly fucked you into the mattress, hand pressing down on your lower stomach to feel her cock pumping in and out of you, the tip of her dick hitting your cervix again and again, her thumb still stimulating your clit. minjeong had your back arching, your hands flew everywhere, trying to grip onto anything to ground yourself, but nothing was enough, even as you screamed and bit down on your pillow. your eyes watered and your vision blurred as she rammed into you, the dark-haired girl moving her hands to wrap around your neck, choking you, gradually adding pressure with every rough thrust. her pants eventually became moans too, loving the feeling of the side of her strap hitting that delicious spot inside of her too, slapping her clit against yours as she bottomed out in you.

"I'm gonna fucking cum in you y/n, I'm gonna knock you up, fill you up until you're leaking both of us," minjeong growls above you, lowering her face to level with yours.

you feel tears fall down the sides of your face and your throat sore from another scream ripped out of you as well as her hands around your neck as she throws the pillow in your mouth onto the floor, attaching her mouth to yours instead. you cry onto her tongue as you orgasm against her strap, toes curling and legs wrapped around her waist, nails digging into minjeong's shoulders, cum gushing out of you as you feel her cock shoot fake ropes of white liquid into you, filling you up. you feel her shake in your arms too as she cums, her pleasure leaking out onto your thighs, soaking the bedsheets. she collapses on top of you, both of you desperately gasping for air, her dick still inside of you, keeping the fake cum from leaking out.

"good thing we have another bed."

of course being on tour also meant fucking in the green room before a performance. having done interviews all morning, having a concert for the tour tonight, minjeong was so mean! she had you wear a vibrator the entire day! it would be on the lowest setting up until the interviewer would ask you a question. she would turn up the intensity and you would squirm as you tried to answer, gripping your ripped jeans, almost causing another tear. and so when you two were left alone in the green room for just a minute, she took you right then and there, your legs wide open on the sofa, her mouth stimulating your clit while she increased the vibrator's setting to max, thrusting it in and out of you.

you were screaming in pleasure, all the built up tension in your stomach finally being relieved with each pump of the sex toy in your pussy. you clutched onto her leather jacket for dear life as you came all over her face, squirting everywhere. she licked as much as she could and you both worked quickly to clean before anyone came back. your members, staff, and the fans would notice you limping around on stage that night, winter with an especially evil smirk resting on her face.

being on tour also meant getting fingered in the bathroom backstage. it's literally 10 minutes to showtime, but minjeong NEEDED to fuck you now! her calloused fingers pumping in and out of you while you reciprocated fingering her too. both of your skirts hiked up and panties pushed to the side (no safety shorts? idk this is fiction, ignore it!), moaning desperately into each others mouths as you messily and sloppily made out against the bathroom stall door. curling your fingers at the same time, biting down on her lip while her fingernails dug into your thigh at the feeling. rolling your hips against her palm to stimulate your clit, her repeating the motion and pinning you harder to the door so that your bodies were flush against one another.

screaming into each other's mouths as you came at the same time, cum dripping down your wrist. quickly cleaning one another up (with your tongues, yup) and running to your places since there was literally THIRTY SECONDS to showtime! beomgyu confusedly looking at you two in frustration, asking where you guys had been, yeonjun and aeri rolling their eyes laughing, still lowkey irritated that you guys were LITERALLY FUCKING instead of getting ready to perform smh. everyone definitely noticed the redness in both of your cheeks. winter had fingered you with her calloused hand, the dampness making it more difficult to play the chords during that show, the band noticing the change in effectivity too (how technical!).

at some point, the fans would notice the tension between you two. who wouldn't ship the lead singer with the guitarist in a band anyway right? especially when it's the hot dark wolf-cut emo guitarist winter and the stunning pretty charismatic lead singer. but of course that wasn't the only reason, you guys were soooo obvious. you're singing the flirty and seductive lyrics towards her, minjeong returning a smirk back at you and sticking her tongue out while she fingerpicks her guitar, raising her eyebrows when she does. trailing your fingertips over her bare skin in skimpy outfits they'd put her in onstage, singing the lyrics into her ears.

or literally just flat out fucking saying it. like having those soundcheck Q&As where fans would ask you questions like "if you were to date one of the members, who would you date?"

answering each other's names at the same time, causing everyone to laugh in the audience, beomgyu gagging, and yeonjun and aeri holding back laughter. minjeong following up by saying something like "I mean, it's not like it hasn't happened before." LIKE WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?

or when you and winter are in an interview and they ask what the inspiration was behind a particular song, let's say a more sexy song, and she responds first, "well, every song that we've written has influences from our own personal experiences."

the interviewer would be like, "so then is it true when you sing quote 'I might fuck your friend, I made my mind up'?"

you blush profusely and winter just dies laughing, "I'll let you guys decide that one."

"y/n, you wrote "we go for hours and it's still good" correct?" the interviewer continues.

"yes yes but the details don't really matter do they?" you nervously laugh while minjeong drills holes into the side of your head, staring at you with a playful and sinister smirk on the side.

my favorite headcanon to think about is online discourse regarding you and minjeong. your guys' new mv dropped for your latest single and there are a bunch of scenes with you and winter acting like an angsty couple in the rain, making up in the end by having an alluded to sex scene (lmao, wild if this actually would ever happen).

I just imagine twt going INSANEEE.

slut4winter: DID Y/N AND WINTER FUCK AT THE END OF THE VIDEO?!?!?

y/nonechancepls: i literally cannot defend minjeong and y/n anymore...

beomgyuswolfcut: bro, winter fr cucked her brother from y/n 😭😭

aerifuckinguchinaga: win-y/n's chemistry is a lil too real yall 💀

drumjunyeonjun: not them saying it was their fav scene to film, the closet is made out of AIR, IM SICK OF U F WORDS !!!

and of course, despite all of this, your dear bestie and minjeong's brother doesn't catch on. at times, beomgyu will be all what the fuck is going on when you two say something that has double entendre or has some sort of underlying meaning.

yeonjun usually just pats him on the back while laughing, "oh my friend, never change, never change."

aeri being such a nosy friend LOVES hearing you rant about it, chin propped up on her fist, leaning forward against the table, a cheeky grin on her face. with every spicy detail, she's always just like, "girllll, you're insane and wild, but good for you!"

a/n - like rq, through a guitarist pov, winter is so attractively good at guitar it pisses me off. also headcanon songs this band would make are like wdywfm by the neighbourhood, sex by the 1975, do I wanna know by arctic monkeys, and slow down by chase atlantic. incredibly self indulgent hc and WHAT ABOUT IT!!

[infamous-if]

Sorry, this one's a bit of a criticism, I think it's weird that punky, aggressive Seven chose to be in (what I chose to be) a folk band at the start, like I get that we're besties but this is very much not her aesthetic or performance style

Picking to be a folk band actually makes a lot of things a little weird through the game, like why is G, famous rockstar, invested in a band that's so wildly out of her genre? Why do we have a song with a sixty second drum solo? Why are we playing electric instruments?

Basically I think there are too many genre options at the start and they don't really make sense with how the rest of the game is written assuming you're a rock band of some stripe. Like, a hip-hop group, an EDM group or a synthpop group probably wouldn't have a guitarist or a live drummer at all.

I really enjoy the meat of the game and all the relationships and drama, but the like, knowledge in the back of my head that I picked to be a folk band makes a bunch of later context come off pretty strange and I think that streamlining the genre choices down to genres that would have electric guitarists, live drummers and drum solos would be a fix for this.

I mean, I get it! And I thought of that too while writing the initial demo, but honestly, it's just one of those things meant to be customization purposes and to add to the details of story. It's what people want out of their play through. I could've easily made MC's band a regular rock/punk band and called it a day, and I know other band IFs did that for the logical part of it, but I don't want to. I like seeing the different combinations and what people create. It's more for people to add in what they want and to imagine their story as is. Does it make sense? Not always, but it can easily be explained as a fusion or any other explanation people want to use.

I think the problem when you advertise a story as slice of life in general is that people expect 1000% realism in a way they don't with any other genre, but I don't really want to be limited to that. I mean, in reality, there are many things that would be different if I was going for complete realism, but I'm not. This is very much a dramatization haha

It's not much of a big deal, in the context of the actual story, and also, it would be pointless for me to really hone in on streamlining the genres because you can type in your genre anyway? I think if it does bother you, I would recommend doing a type in or just going the traditional rock/electric route. Or just type in the genre you think best reflects the story, that's why it's there!

Plus, I do like having a diverse selection of genres just to show that theres more genres out there than just rock when it comes to bands and band stories. It also helps build the MCs background in the eyes of readers (their choice). I know a few readers who have typed in their own genres and write lyrics in their native language, which I think is really cool.

I'm limited to how much I write and can code. Realistically, I could've added variables and changed the instruments/positions of the band members to correspond with the genre...and I'm almost unhinged enough to consider it...but nah lmao not now, at least.

Sorry that it ruined the experience a bit! But I'm likely not going to change that ^^

[lesbianlotties]

The Sapphic Senate Band AUs

i'm indecisive so instead of one idea these are many that dont necessarily go together

Robin as the lead singer (maya hawke's voice helloo) and every girl she's ever dated is in the band with her because she can't help but stay besties with her exgirlfriends. what could go wrong?

Lead singer Chrissy, Nancy playing guitar, Vickie playing bass, Robin on the drums because that would be hot <3

Lead singer Nancy being aggressively fruity on stage with guitarist Robin, while bassist Vickie, drummer Chrissy, and the entire audience goes 👀👀👀

did I say Band AU? my bad. i meant GIRL GROUP AU. they are fifth harmony after tammy thompson quit the group for a solo career (or barb died oops)

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #055

Have you ever been in a building that was on fire? Yikes, no. Would you change your partner's hair color if you could? His hair color is not at all my choice; he can do whatever he wants with it, I don't want control over that. Have you ever written a poem for someone? More than once. Do you eat samples at the grocery store? Sometimes. Have you been best friends with someone of a different race? I have indeed; a childhood best friend was African American, and in high school I had a bestie of Asian lineage, but I don't know exactly what.

Have you ever been in a submarine? No. What's your homepage? Google. Is there anyone whose grave you visit? No; I want to visit my ex's mother's grave, but... I'm not about to reach out to his family and ask where she's buried and exactly where at the cemetery and I just have this insanely intense fear that I'd go and like by some miracle in timing, Jason was there too. I worry he'd think I was still stuck in the past and obsessed with him when in reality his mom just meant A FUCKING LOT to me and I want to feel like I've ACTUALLY told her goodbye and that our late night, hour-long phone call wasn't for nothing. I know I would have an ABSOLUTE breakdown in that graveyard, but I'd feel better afterwards. If you have kids, do you pack lunches or send lunch money? I don't, but if I did/by some miracle ever do, I'd pack them some lunch if they didn't like what was on the menu that day. That's what my mom always did, and it meant a lot to me, so I'd do the same. Do you think you have a “black sheep” in your family and who? Oh, that is EASILY me. Which family member are you closest to? My ma. Who are some of your favorite bands? I always mention Ozzy and Rammstein, so here's some other high rankers: Metallica, Marilyn Manson, Otep, Korn, Motionless In White, Powerwolf, In This Moment, Mother Mother, A Day to Remember, Cradle of Filth... there's a lot, man. Do you or have you ever written fan fiction? Nah, not my thing. Which of your friends is the most likely to get pregnant right now? Uh, idk. I don't know of any friends planning to have (more) kids. Do you like sushi? I've never tried it and don't want to, like I can nearly GUARANTEE I'd hate it. Have you ever made out with someone you weren’t dating? Nah. What is the name of the last band you discovered? Emigrate; it's Rammstein's lead guitarist's personal band. Would you rather go to a Katy Perry or Taylor Swift concert? Out of the two, Katy, but I'm not really into the idea of going to either. Do you call any of your friends by their last name? I call someone by a portion of their last name. Do you bite your toe nails? No, that is absolutely disgusting. Did you ever think you were going to wait until marriage to have sex? Yeah, that's literally the only reason I'm still a virgin lmao. I let go of that mindset years ago, though. Did you enjoy your high school prom/formal? I will ALWAYS cherish the memories Jason and I share regarding both proms, but the event itself is SO overrated. They just played shitty music and you couldn't talk to anyone without screaming at them. We just sat around and did our best to talk to friends. Only danced to the Cha-Cha Slide, but who the fuck doesn't dance to that lmao. OH WAIT NO we did the Cupid Shuffle too lmao. What are you most looking forward to? I am honestly pretty excited for Halloween this year. Playing RE2 with Girt will be a blast and maybe we can bake some cookies or something! What are you listening to? "The Man Who Made a Monster" by Dance With the Dead. Do you want a serious relationship? I'm in one of 'em, so yeah. When was the last time you were told you were cute? Yesterday by Girt. Whose picture did you last comment? Uhhhh one of my high school friends, I wanna say. Not sure. What does your mom call you? Usually Britt, sometimes my childhood nickname Twinkie lmao. Do you have a brother? What’s his name? Yeah; it's Robert but we call him Bobby. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike? Who taught you? I don't remember how old I was exactly, I just know I was probably your average age and that it was my dad that taught me. If my dad did one thing right growing up, it's that he really seemed to like playing with us kids outside. T-ball/softball, bikes, swimming, basketball... we liked doing that kinda stuff with him. What’s one of the most painful lessons you’ve had to learn? People can ALWAYS change, and that it's not always a good thing. People can ALWAYS break promises, ditch you, forget about you, the whole nine yards. Favorite Play-Doh color? Ohhhh, the bright pink. :') What’s more fun to step on; pine cones, or leaves? BITCH stepping on a nice big thicc cronchy pinecone is a BALLER feeling. Animal crackers; yay or nay? Aw, yay. They weren't delicious or anything, but what a childhood vibe. They're nice every once in a while. Do you like spending time with your parents? I do. They're not gonna be here forever and I don't want them to die and I feel like I wasn't with them enough... even though I know that's exactly the case now, primarily with my dad. What’s the best “book-turned-movie” that you’ve seen? Hmmm... I don't know if this is THE best, but I personally thought The Hunger Games movie was a great representation of the novel. Book was still better, though. What’s the weirdest shaped cloud you’ve ever seen? Hm, not sure. Have you ever gone out of state for a concert? No. Who is the last person you slow-danced with? Jason. Would you ever put lawn gnomes in your front yard? No, those actually don't appeal to me at all. What I WOULD get is a few of those adorable meerkat figures I've seen where it's poking its head out of the ground, like please that is precious. Was your last kiss standing up, sitting down, or lying down? Standing. Are you excited for winter? I have NO words for my excitement over this nearing fall and then winter!!! Can you honestly say that you love yourself? Sigh, no. Has the person you have feelings for ever told you that you’re attractive? He does all the time, though I do NOT see what he sees whatsoever. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? No, but one of my childhood best friends Kimberly was born literally a day before me. Pretty sure same year. I miss her, actually... Do you like to have long hair or short hair? I think I will eternally stand by the claim that chopping most of my hair off was one of the best decisions of my life, ha ha. I love having short hair. Do you think you’d have what it takes to shoot someone if you had to protect yourself? I know I do, frankly. Do you like musicals? Honestly musicals make me cringe SO hard, but I wish they didn't. It's just this automatic reaction to stuff like that that I've never been able to alter, even when I catch myself feeling it. Is your hair damaged? Nah, on god I think two hairdressers have said I have the healthiest hair they've ever seen lmao. Who was the last person you threw out of your life? My romantic ex and also ex-best friend Sara. There are times I miss her, but I've said it before and I'll say it again: it's just never going to work. We don't mix and some things just aren't worth repeatedly fighting for. Do you think you’ll marry your current significant other? In complete, total, deeply thought-out honesty, I do. I won't bet my life on it, but I genuinely am confident we'll get married. We just fit so, so well. What tattoos and/or piercings do you want in the future? Eh, I mention these a lot, so I'll give ya a tattoo idea that's not in the immediate future, but WILL happen: the Halo of the Sun symbol from the Silent Hill franchise, specifically the SH3 model. I'm probably gonna get it in the usual red and have it looked carved or burned into my skin, idk yet, but I MIGHT go blue instead because red is ALWAYS how I see these tattoos and drawing the symbol in blue is meant to be a curse on the game's god, and with how anti-religion I am, I think it'd be kinda cool. Idk where I wanna get it, though. The piercing I want the most is a pair of collarbone dermals, but I've been waiting for fucking years now to try and lose enough weight to where mine are pronounced again, because just my personal opinion, they look sorta weird without that definition. Do you want any cosmetic surgery sometime down the line, if you had money for it? I do: when I lose enough weight, I fucking have to get lose skin removal on AT LEAST my stomach or I will go fucking berserk and will absofuckinglutely never be okay with my body. I'm quite sure I'd end up wanting a breast lift, too, because of what massive weight loss does to like... everything, including your breasts. I don't know if this one is considered "surgery," but I am also very serious about getting lazer hair removal on my sasquatch-lookin man legs. The first time you dumped someone, was it hard? YES. I was a wuss and did it through a letter. LITERALLY RIGHT AFTER LYING ABOUT IF I WAS GONNA BREAK UP WITH HIM, TO HIS FACE. Middle school Brittany was a whole other breed, y'all. What’s one of you and your best friend’s weirdest but funniest inside jokes? oh god it's not appropriate but GODDAMN is it funny lmao Where was the very first kiss you had with the last person you kissed? In the living room of my old house. Has anyone seen you kiss the last person you kissed? Yeah, we're not secretive about it. Have you hugged someone within the last week? Girt, numerous times. When is the next time you will kiss someone? Most likely Thursday. That's mine and Girt's anniversary and he's coming over. Has anyone ever been more important to you than a family member? Yes. I basically fucking worshiped Jason when we were together. I put him above absolutely, positively everyone. Who’s the last person you talked to about sex? A doctor, but it was just to ask if I could be pregnant. My period is like, over two months late, but I'm absolutely positive I'm not pregnant since it's physically impossible. It's just got to be my body not reacting well to all the medicine changes I've been going through. Plus even before that, I got behind on my BC so that just fucked it up more. Have you ever sat in the back of a police car? I've actually sat in the back and passenger seats. The front time was how me and some other person were transported to the mental hospital that I'd been selected for that time, which was like an hour away. Even going to the one I usually was doomed to stay at that is literally in the same complex, you have to be handcuffed and taken by a police. It always felt so fucking weird and uncomfortable, like I was a bad person and being treated like a volatile, dangerous creature just for being so sick I wanted to kill myself. Who was the last person to be on a bed with you? Girt. Who is the last person that pissed you off? Truly pissed me off, Sara. Where is the biggest scar on your body? I actually don't know, but probably at the base of my spine where I had a cyst surgically removed. I can't see it so don't ACTUALLY know. Who was the last person to play with your hair? Girt. Do you know anyone who drinks a lot? At least two people. What’s your biggest turn on? Gotta be honest I'm not willing to share that. Have you ever seen a magic show? I know I did at least once as a kid at a bday party. What is your mother’s middle name? Also Marie. When was the last time you had your photo taken professionally? This past Mother's Day. How far from your house is the nearest supermarket? Literally like two minutes. Name all the people you know that you saw today. Just my mom, who I live with. What was your most physically painful injury? I'm sure in technicality it would be when I fainted and busted my chin open + broke some molars, but I have no memory of when I hit the floor. I honestly don't really even remember how much pain I was in when I awoke, so my more realistic answer is when I skinned the everliving fuck out of my knees tripping onto the road when chasing after my friend. They were cut so deep that the wounds had pus and my mom had to clean each knee like daily. Are you one of those people who gets jealous of boys/girls your current bf/gf dated? No; I've never understood this. Like, they broke up for a reason. I mean I GUESS I can see why if it wasn't your partner that did the breaking up with the ex, but still. Any drama in your life right now? Not really, no. Who have you hurt the most so far in your life? What did you do to them? Probably Mom, realistically... I've not always been the ideal daughter, I know that with certainty. I've said mean things to her in the past, once ran away and blamed it on her... stuff like that. I know I don't deserve her; she loves me so unconditionally and just refuses to give up on me. God I love my mom. Have you ever experimented with drugs? Which type and what happened? No, not into that stuff. Do you think the world would be a better place without the human race? ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY. Would you kiss the last person you kissed, again? I wanna kiss him for the entire rest of my life ok What was the last movie you watched with your mum? Uh, good question. You’re in a race & in 1st place, but your friend just fell. What do you do? I don't even have to think about this, I am absolutely checking on/helping my friend up. That shit's way, way more important than a stupid ranking in a race. What was the highlight of your week? Ha ha this is gonna sound stupid to call a "highlight," but I just thought this was pretty cool: Girt and I went down a rabbit hole of watching Pawn Stars highlights on YouTube, primarily focusing on the biggest "holy grail"/historical items. I actually used to watch that show plenty with my mom and was really into it because I just LOVE that stuff, old random shit with incredible stories and all, and Girt and I were both kinda geeking out about how cool so many things were. It's unsurprising, but I never knew he was really into that stuff too, so it was nice to bond over something little but truly incredible like that. What states have you lived in? I've never lived outside of North Carolina, USA.

[shinydixon]

they hadn't already filmed it, this is what they're talking about.

they started filming with 4 episode script but they couldn't make progress on it because the pandemic hit. then in that 6 months they completed writing 9 episodes. this gave them the opportunity of changing/fixing things. it's basic wiriting process people always change things while writing. they pointed it now because they didn't have this chance on previous seasons. if they didn't have that break they had to find something else in that metallica scene because they didn't set eddie up as a guitarist and they couldn't change things because they had already shot the episodes they can give him that background.

they say it was just a drug deal but in the process it became something more alive because they make it more conversational. it provided humanising eddie and make sense on chrissy going his trailer- she feel safe.

idk if i explained properly it's morning and i'm still in bed i'm sorry if i make it too complicated. i'm gonna get up and drink a coffee. okay bye.

You explained very well, thank you 🤍

I got it that the scene meant to humanize eddie, I don't see anything more about it.

They could become besties but lovers? Not at all💀

[fookinfandoms]

 number one fan | 18+

pairing: eddie munson x female reader

Plot: Every Tuesday, Eddie and his band perform for a (very) small crowd at the Hideout. Unbeknownst to him, you invited a few of your friends to watch him play and the night was a success. High off the energy, your boyfriend wants to celebrate and thank you.

authors note: pls let me know if he feels toooooo out of character - I was attempting to not mention anything about school and whatnot. I also have rewritten this like five times so I hope this is okay! Please leave some feedback! I’m a whore for words.

NOT EDITED, I’ll do it later. its 4am besties

warnings: 18+. minors dni, I'll kick you, language, dirty talk, pet names,  bathroom seggs, technically public but the door is locked, grinding aaaand it’s unprotected (wrap it before you tap it!)   ur on top bestie! Some fluff x

taglist: @ihrtharlow​

Watching Eddie play with his band was something you did every Tuesday. The crowds never got large, maxing at about 5 drunks at a time. It was disheartening, seeing your boyfriends talent so unappreciated. He was a natural with his guitar and his fingers, but his attitude changed from performing for you in his bedroom versus on stage with the boys.  

Hawkins never did have a big rock scene, which is why you had made it a habit to travel around for shows. Travelling meant making more friends, and unbeknownst to Eddie, you had called a bunch to invite them to the Hideout. 

Metal heads always deliver, and the bar soon was packed with an abundance of punks, chains and leather.  You wiggled your way through the crowd, pushing towards the barrier as everyone jumped around you. Eddie’s denim vest covered your cropped tee, the chains of your jeans digging into your skin as you pass another person. 

At the barrier, you couldn't help the grin on your red lips as you took in the scene in front of you. Eddie was jumping around the stage, his hair flying with him. Your hands grip the metal bars, joining the crowd as they yelled around you.

Your boyfriend noticed you immediately, his confidence growing evidently stronger as you mouthed the lyrics to the song. 

In places like this, he wasn’t Eddie the Freak or Eddie the weirdo. He was Eddie, the guitarist for Corroded Coffin, your own little prince of darkness.

The two of you had met at another show, having complimented him on the Judas Priest badge on his vest. 

He had sworn then and there that he was in love. 

The song had finished and as the singer was thanking everyone for coming, Eddie winked at you from the stage. He knew this was your doing, having noticed some of your friends amongst the sweaty bodies. You mouth I love you, and he responds with his fist over his heart, repeating the same.

The crowd chant for an encore, but Eddie wants nothing more than to grab you on stage and thank you personally for what you've done. But, the boys don’t want to disappoint, and begin playing another song. 

Finally, after what felt like hours, they were finished. You waited for Eddie by the bar, letting him soak up the fame from his new fanboys and girls. Someone had thrown a bra on stage at him, but he had joked quickly that he’ll collect them all for his girlfriend. 

You didn’t mind the attention he was getting, it even excited you - knowing you had someone they couldn't have. Eddie didn't believe he was handsome at all, so you hoped that after tonight he would realise just how pretty he was. 

Busy chatting away with a stranger, you didn't notice that your boyfriend had finished up with his crowd and was making his way to you. The man at your side wasn’t getting the hint that you weren't interested, but the conversation kept you entertained enough.

A pair of hands slip around your waist, pulling you towards a hard front, the spice of a familiar cologne hitting your senses over the smell of cheap alcohol. 

Hair not belonging to you tickled at your neck, Eddie reaching down to mumble in your ear. 

“Sorry about the wait sweetheart,” He presses a small kiss to the skin below your ear. “You making friends?”

He knew you weren't, choosing to let you decide whether or not you needed a knight in shining armour. You turned in his grasp, looking up to see his stupid, cheesy grin and puppy eyes gleaming. Choosing not to answer, you wound your hands around his neck, pulling him down to your level.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate, almost purring under your touch, until you were close enough to use the hand in his long hair to turn his head towards yours, pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss. Your bar friend had gotten the hint, hands raised in defence as he walked away. 

He mumbles something against your lips, and you pull away, revelling in the way he looks at you. He pecks you again, his cheeks flushed. “You did all this for little old me?”

You nod. “I made a few calls.”

“A few calls?” He scoffs, turning his head to stare at the still crowded bar. “I’m not gonna pretend like you didn't invite half of Hawkins here tonight.” 

“Pfft, hardly anyone here is from Hawkins, they’re all from out of town.”

“Do you even know all these people?” Eddie raises an eyebrow at you, his hands pressing a little tighter into your waist. His silver rings biting into your exposed skin with every glide of his fingers. “Should I be jealous that my girlfriend knows so many cool people?” 

“I know a handful, that's about it,” You knit your eyebrows together. “Should I be jealous that my boyfriend has a bunch of groupies now?” 

He scrunches his nose up at this. “You saw that huh?”

You nod at him, grinning at the way he quickly gets flustered. “Think I saw some moms in there too, you dirty dog.”

“Did you see that bra thrown at me? I was terrified.” Eddie chuckles, clearly lying. “I didn’t know what to do, I was tempted to fling it back.” “I think you handled it pretty well Mr rockstar.” You stand on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his jawline. “But maybe I should mark you up a bit, let them know you're off the market.” Eddie scoffs. “Is the red lipstick on my face not enough?” Pointing up at the mess he knows you no doubt left on his lips and jaw. Without even needing a mirror, your boyfriend knows you’ve claimed his skin with your favourite colour. It was a habit of yours, not that he minded.

“Hey, it’s either that or I’ll have to keep you on a leash.” You shrug at him, laughing at the way he rolls his eyes. 

“I have to be on a leash? Me? That’ll give Eddie the freak a whole new meaning.” You shrug again, pouting at him. He was wearing a plain black tee, and you reached under the fabric, dragging your nails gently across his tummy. He shivers under your touch, his eyes going dark at the feeling. “O-okay, maybe the leash thing, if you want. Whatever you want.” 

You're about to say something else when Gareth yells across the room, startling the two of you from your position. Eddie immediately pulls you closer to him, staring back at his friend.

Gareth yells something along the lines of love birds, get a room and other embarrassing things, but Eddie flips him the bird, calling him a jealous butthead. 

His friend calls for Eddie to join him and the other guys about something and he tries to come up with a lie, wanting to stay with you. You turn him around your self, removing your hands from under his shirt and pressing them to his denim clad cheeks. 

You pat his behind, pushing him towards his group. A bunch of protests leave his lips, but you're already leading him through the crowd. By the time you've reached Gareth and the others, Eddie frowns as you remove your hands. 

“She’s always been obsessed with my ass.” He jokes with the others, quickly reaching down to peck your cheek. 

“What can I say? It’s a nice ass,” You admit, playing along. “It’s just so round and full, in jeans it looks great but have you seen it with nothing? It just looks even thick-”

“Okay okay,” Eddie puts his hand over your mouth, his eyes squinting as you lick his hand. “You’ve lost your ass privileges.”

The boys all laugh at the two of you, and Eddie removes his hand, wiping the lipstick on his jeans. With a little bow, you take your leave, finding some friends of your own. It was a comfortable night for awhile, having found a spot with some like minded individuals in the corner of the bar. 

You couldn't help your eyes, having them wonder over towards your boyfriend every so often. He just looked so different. Confidence suited him. His arms were crossed over his chest, his legs crossed as he leaned against a counter, nodding every so often to whatever someone was saying. 

God he looked good. You felt your cheeks immediately heating up at the not so tame thoughts soaring through your head. Memories of this morning come flying in, and you immediately cross your legs as the warmth in your belly begins to return.

You sent a silent thank you to whoever was listening, grateful for the bars shitty lighting hiding whatever flush was present on your skin. As if sensing your mood, Eddie had been making his own glances towards you during his talk with the boys. He liked - no- loved seeing you like this. In his clothes, lipstick as bright as can be, hair styled to perfection - surrounded by other likeminded freaks like yourselves. 

The way your lips moved with every word, the occasional laugh escaping your chest. God your lips. Eddie gulped, almost scolding himself mentally for staring too long at them. He felt like a prepubescent teen with his porno mags, only being allowed to look but not touch. 

The skin of your stomach just looked so smooth and inviting, as if almost asking to have his tongue drag down further and further until he reached heaven. His eyes trail up once more, staring at your chest as it bounces with another heavy chuckle, before lifting once more to your face. 

Eddie’s eyes widen, finding you're already watching him with a raised eyebrow. He winks however, to which you reply by curling your finger in a come here right now motion.  

Yeah, he's hard.

You were his seductress, a temptress, a minx with a hold over him like no other. He would do anything you asked at the drop of a hat. It almost scared him just how much he loved you, knowing how hard he had fallen so quickly.

Almost.

He excuses himself from the group, saying his goodbyes. He cursed to himself for giving you his vest, wishing he had something to cover the growing tent in his jeans. Thankfully everyone was too focused on whatever drink was in their hand, and Eddie thanked the metal gods for the horrible bar lights.

Meeting him halfway, Eddie grabs your hand, refusing to say anything as he pulled you through the crowd. He was afraid he would say something too obscene and be heard by someone else’s ears. His words for you only.

The two of you reach a dimly lit hallway, the sound of Motörhead's Ace of Spades fading out as you move further into the back of the Hideout. You felt almost giddy, knowing exactly what he was doing. The metal head finds the bathroom door, pushing it open so hard that it bangs against the wall.

Jumping at the action, you swat his back. "There could be someone in here!” You scold him, turning around to make sure no one was in the hallway.

“Oh we can't have that can we sweetheart!” He mock gasps, hand over his heart in fake despair. Eddie makes his way over to the stalls, knocking gently, his head turning to you when there's no answer. “No one in this one, unless they're deaf.” Rolling your eyes, you close the door behind you. “Smart ass.”

He slowly tiptoes to the next stall, again knocking, this time the door slowly opening to reveal another empty stall. Eddie gasps again, waving towards the graffiti covered area. “No one!”

“You know, for someone wanting to fuck you're being very... Hm.” You jest, watching as he squints, waiting for you to finish. 

He frowns in a playful way, his hands rolling as you try to find the word. “Very... Hot? Tempting? Super fuckable? Desirable? I could go on for hours baby.” 

Yeah, you loved this dork. “Trust me, I know you can.” 

Eddie smirks at the double meaning, and rather than replying he walks towards you, the playfulness almost peeling away with every step as his eyes darken. Your head looks up towards him, resting against the bathroom door. He eyes you up and down, his eyebrow raising as you bite your lip.

“We gonna keep eye fucking each other or are you gonna make a move?” You murmur, lifting your hands to rest on his chest. 

He scoffs at you. “With the way you've been teasing me all night? I should be making you do all the work,” Eddie pushes the hair off your shoulders, the cold chill of his rings making you shiver. He leans forward to press a hard kiss to your throat, just below your sweet spot. “But then again, you’ve been such a good girl tonight haven't you?”

“I-I think I have been.” You reply, fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt as he loomed over you. You were a confident person, sure, it was just another thing Eddie loved about you - but when he stared down at you through his lashes, his stupid long lashes, his lips tilting into a teasing grin as you tried to shrink further into the wall.

“Mm, you did a really nice thing for me,” He pulls back, just enough to rest his nose against yours, his lips almost ghosting your own. “But I think I should thank you somewhere a little nicer than a dingy bathroom, don't you think sweetheart?” 

“You can thank me wherever you want Eddie.” 

Your words made his cock twitch in his pants, his eyes closing as he mutters a small fuck. “You're just so good to me, aren't you?” 

You muster a nod. He goes to speak again when a large knock on the door startles you both, the handle twisting into your back as someone attempts to open it. Eddie grabs your hand, pulling you into the nearest stall and shutting the door behind you.  

As the stall door locks, someones entered the bathroom, talking to someone following them. Eddie moves you again, standing to have you pressed against his front. His hand covers your mouth, knowing you would quickly cuss out whoever had ruined your moment. 

His free hand grips your waist, and slowly but surely Eddie starts to walk backwards, giving you no choice but to follow suit. His legs hit the toilet, and he kicks it - the lid closing loudly. He winces at the sound, and the voices outside the door stop. 

“You okay in there?” Someone asks, and Eddie frees your mouth, moving his hands down to peel away at your his vest, his hands gentle as he slides the material down your arms. 

“Yeah I’m okay,” You reply quickly, having smacked his thigh for being so loud. “Just a bit tipsy.”

Eddie lays the vest across the lid, slowly sitting down on the denim as he pulls you down with him. You straddle his thighs, his chest flush with your back. His cock digs into your covered thigh, and he groans as you make contact. 

Again, he’s just a little too loud, and the girls outside stand in front of your stall. “Do you want some water?”

Bless them. 

“No seriously I’m fine!” Eddie begins to slide his hands up your tummy, copying your movements from earlier on in the night. You tilt your head back, resting on his shoulder. He glides towards your breast from under your cropped tee, squeezing the exposed skin as your nipples harden. “S-seriously, superrrr fine.” 

He grins at your words, continuing his assault on your other breast. He pinches your left nipple and you release a small noise at the feeling.

“Do you want us to call someone? Like a friend or-” “She's fine.” Eddie replies for you, almost annoyed at the intrusion. Your nails dig into his thigh, and the women outside giving a knowing ‘oh’ at the reveal.

They leave quickly, and Eddie mumbles a finally, having had enough. As the door closes behind them, your boyfriend attempts to grab you, but you stand much to his dismay. 

He almost whines, but quickly stops himself as he watches you lift your shirt up and over your head. The cool air does nothing to hide the goosebumps on your skin, and Eddie sends a fake prayer with joined hands.

“I’m really digging the whole no bra thing,” He mumbles, taking in your appearance. “No panties?” 

You shrug in response, a silent way of telling him to ‘come find out’.

He reaches for you, but you stop him, ignoring his confused expression. “Pants,” You point down. “Lose them.”

The bulge of his dick looks almost painful in his jeans, and he doesn't hesitate, undoing his belt and fly. He pushes his jeans down towards his thighs, his boxers following after. Copying his movements, you strip off your pants, letting them pool around your ankles as you step out of them. The air was cold, but god you felt so warm.

You're pushing the hair out of your eyes as Eddie starts stroking himself, his breathing becoming laboured as you smile at him. “Fuck,” He breathes out, no panties, he fists himself a little harder as you stand in front of him. “You have no idea w-what you do to me sweetheart.” 

“I have a rough idea.” You reply, moving forward to sit on his lap. 

He curses loudly as you sit just before his cock, moving your hand to slide under his top yet again and make its way down. He stares at you, his lips parting slightly as he fights back a moan. You glide over the small tuft of hair below his belly button before meeting his own hand, replacing his fingers from around his dick. 

He groans under your touch, and you stand up a little on your tiptoes, guiding him towards your pussy. You both felt like you were on fire. Eddie reaches for your hips, almost fighting with himself to not just absolutely fucking ruin you then and there.

His palms flatten against the small of your back as you slide down on his thick cock, your eyes squeezing shut as you take him in. “Jesus H Christ,” he chokes out your name. “You’re s-so fucking warm, so wet.” 

When you reach the base, he thrusts by accident, the area just above his dick hitting your delicate and sensitive area. Your hands reach out to grab his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself. “You okay princess?”

You nod meekly, feeling so full. Eddie smiles, his brown eyes looking down at you almost proudly. 

“Y’know how beautiful you look right now? S-Sitting on my cock like its-” You cut him off by clenching around him, his mouth opening bigger with a groan. “S-Shit, don’t do that, I’ll cum right now and make it awkward f-for the both of us.”

His hands slip down between you, gripping your thighs roughly, hoisting you up a little so that your legs straddle him a little tighter. Eddie’s breathing speeds up, a tiny whimper leaving your throat as a soft groan spills out of his mouth. He lifts his head to kiss you, and as he begins to thrust slowly, you bit his lip. He pulls back with a grunt, staring down at where you meet.

The toilet seat beneath you rattles at the action, and you're so thankful that no one has come into the bathroom again. With the support of his arms around your thighs and the searing heat of Eddie’s body, he attempts to bring you impossibly closer - desperate to feel more. 

Eddie tucks his face into your throat and starts thrusting a little harder. His legs part a little, giving him better leverage to fuck deeper into you, and you squeal, feeling so full. He grins against your throat, before biting at the already marked skin. “Feel s’good baby, so good.” 

You both sigh at the same time, feeling the immense build up in the lower parts of your stomach. Eddie whispers your name, lifting his head as he lifts his hand to your chin - guiding your lips to his in a rough kiss. Wet, swollen lips and accidental teeth, his fingers tightening ever so slightly on your jaw as you reach around his neck and thread your fingers into his long hair.

“Jesus, Jesus f-fucking,” Eddie groans, his cock sliding out all the way before thrusting in harder. “Fucking s-shit sweetheart.” 

“Fuck Eddie,” You cry out, feeling your slick leaking onto yours and Eddie’s thighs. “S’fucking good, feel like y-you’re splitting me in half.” You manage to get the words out, Eddie chuckling against your lips. 

“I got you,” He murmurs, his eyes squeezing shut as you squeeze around him again. Eddie curses your name, and the coil in your belly grows - well and truely ready to unravel. “You there baby?  

You can only nod, whining as Eddie reaches down, his thumb beginning to circle your clit. Your chest is heaving, almost gasping for air as his head dips down, pressing a wet kiss to your breast. The sound of skin against skin battles against Black Sabbath, but ultimately looses to the loud bass banging through the bathroom. 

With his thumb against your clit and his cock dragging nice and deep inside, Eddie mumbles something against your chest, sucking a mark above your breast. “C’mon sweetheart, I got you.” 

Fisting his hair, Eddie feels you clench around him a little harder than before, and rubs your sensitive clit with just a tad more pressure. 

“F-Fuck yes, holy shit E-Eddie,” Your stomach tightens as he grins widely, his hips rotating in such a way that you're practically shaking in his lap. “I’m gonna c-”

A silent scream takes over you as your orgasm takes over you, your head tilting back and eyes shutting immediately as a small tear slides down your cheek. Your nails dig roughly into his shoulders now, no doubt leaving marks. All you can feel is Eddie.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. 

His name leaves your red stained lips like a prayer, and if it weren't for the fact your boyfriend was also chasing his orgasm, he would’ve mocked you. 

“You have no idea how fucking hot you are,” He praises you as you come down from your high, Eddie making your orgasm last as he continues thrusting. “Like an a-angel, no, you are so not a fuckin’ angel.” He corrects himself. You knew he was close, Eddie having a habit of rambling when he's near his climax.

“Could watch you like this forever,” He whines. “S’good for me baby, could fuck you for d-days if you let me, my pretty girl.” It’s your turn to drop your face into his shoulder, kissing the exposed skin above his shirt. 

“You gonna cum inside me?” You turn to whisper into his ear, a weak smile on your face as he nods eagerly. 

“Fuck,” he grunts. “P-please yes, is that okay? Can I cum inside sweetheart?” You nod, slowly grinding down on him again. Eddie swears loudly. “Fuck I love you - I fucking - christ.” 

Eddie pulls at your hair, forcing your head back into a searing kiss. He cries out against your lips, finding his own release. He shakes beneath you, his body stiffening as he gasps out your name. He throbs between your legs, his thrusts slowing down as he comes down from his own high. You feel him inside, his cock twitching as you still grind down on him.

The two of you stay like that for a little way, both attempting to catch your breath. 

“You okay?” You break the silence, tilting his chin up as he sighs. 

“I should be asking you that,” He wipes away at the stray tear from before. “I wasn’t too rough was I?” Eddie visibly relaxes as you shake your head, now pushing away the messy strands of hair from your forehead. 

“Thank you.” He goes to continue when you cut him off.

“For the sex?” You ask, eyebrow raised as he scoffs.

“No you idiot, well, yes,” He corrects himself. “But no, for everything you did tonight, you didn't have to do all of that.”

You peck his lips. “Don't mention it Eds, I’m happy you're getting the attention you deserve. Small bars now, big arenas next.” 

He smiles with teeth, pulling you closer to him. You both groan at the feeling, still being sensitive. “As long as I have my number one fan with me, I don't give a shit whose listening.”

“Whose that?” You tease, Eddie rolling his eyes.

“Dustin, obviously.”

[zittiebuonis]

This is 110% generalising but I feel like people heard "we should appreciate Thomas more" and automatically thought that meant they had to find him attractive because that's the primary reason they were appreciating the rest of the band. He's a very talented guitarist with a great sense of fashion, focus on that

So true bestie

[half-a-hetero]

ATLA BATTLE OF THE BANDS AU SETUP PT. 1

oK SO I’VE HAD THIS AU IN MY HEAD FOR TWO FKN DAYS AND I HAVE COME TO EVER SO GRACIOUSLY INJECT IT INTO YOUR MIND- THE GAANG PLUS YUE AND THE FIRE NATION GALS IN BANDS. a battle of the bands au. tHINK OF THE aRt. n i’m thinking zukka and yueki, and they meet at battle of the bands but yk...we got 2 sets of pining idiots yk yk. i thought this up five (5) days ago and iM DYING 

(tw: mentions of canon-typical abuse, and past death)

this is basically just the setup but i’ll add little tidbits and worldbuilding and art later

zuko (18): drums + backup vocals

mai (16): bass guitar

ty lee (15): keyboard

azula (15): lead guitar + vocals

suki (17/18): rhythm guitar

they do some group vocals/harmonies but not that often

so like azula has this really strong, really powerful voice, and that means she could do really moving rock ballads/power ballads, and etc etc. she took extensive guitar and voice lessons as a kid because of That Fucker Ozai™ and thats why she has so much control. same with zuko, except he didnt take voice lessons (he just liked singing) and quit guitar after ozai went to jail (it was a painful reminder of The Shit He Went Through) and took up drums to let out his anger and frustrations instead. Azula stuck with guitar because it was something she loved to do, despite her past.

where azula has a bold voice, zuko has a raspy-yet-smooth-at-the-same-time one that matches azula’s really well. while she’s off singing power notes, hes singing the lower, raspier undertones and it sounds really nice.

zuko also took up art classes and is genuinely proud of his work.

he’s secretly (its not that much of a secret) an art nerd

zuko, azula, and suki wrote a few songs together, kinda

for lack of better explanation, ozai was (canon-typically) abusive, and he got drunk one day and got mad at zuko and pushed him. zuko fell into the fireplace, and boom. scar.

azula got mainly mental trauma because zuko would take the blow for her, but she got therapy and theyre both for the most part better (there are still some relapses)

azula’s secretly a DC nerd

zUkO wEaRs riNgs 

the canon-typical atla “ozai pitting them against eachother sibling rivalry” comes into play through guitar (hence why zuko drops it. he wanted to let his sister have something she loved for herself. also, he didnt like it). ozai was a classical guitarist and famous [the money and the “royalty” canon aspects]

should i….mullet zuko?

aro azula and toph >>>>

ty lee is still from the circus, except this time mai was there too, which is where she learned knife-throwing. they both ran away from the circus summer after freshman year and met azula though mai’s bass lessons (alternatively, they met at martial arts classes). theyre 14/15. they moved in with azula, zuko, and iroh around the middle of sophomore year (grade 10) when ozai was arrested. the azula and ty lee were 15, mai was 16, and zuko was 17 at the time, around the ages they were in the show when the war ended (i think??)

azula said it didn't matter cause they had a huge house. she says it was half-empty, anyways, but mai and ty lee know that meant she liked their company.

they get along really well with suki

everyone realizes they can all play instruments, the core parts of a [rock] band. they start playing together, and eventually decide to become a band

their band is called ‘the kyoshi warriors’ (or something idk this is off the top of my head) in honor of the girls’ martial arts instructor, master kyoshi, who passed away

WAIT SJITGHHFSD FAN THE FLAMES IS A GOOD NAME TOO WHAT (although i can see that being more of a song name) credits to boom ( @boomerangsandadora) for that (go check out their ideas on this au)

theyre inseparable

together, mai, ty lee, suki, azula and zuko look fucking menacing. just imagine that. fucking bamfs

mai skateboards. just. this is a kind of important plot device. shh.

suki joins their friend group gradually. first, she’s attended azula’s martial arts class since they were in second grade, and moved up the belts like wildfire (along with azula). she tried to befriend azula a few times, but gave up over the years because azula wasnt interested in friendship (no thanks to ozai pressuring her to always be first. azula saw her as a rival, suki saw azula as a particularly competitive classmate and but equal in skill). She was zuko’s classmate since freshman year (grade 9) but only became his friend in sophomore year through a literature assignment the two were paired up in. she was really his only friend, cause everyone was too busy sizing up his scar. the two became inseparable then on.

she plays rhythm guitar because she loves guitar but agrees that azula is better at being in the (relative) spotlight

on the outside, suki and zuko looked tough, but underneath that, they’re two bumbling, pining gay idiots

suki’s parents both died in a fire, so she grew up with her “cool gay aunt” who was also a feminist and a mixed martial arts instructor.

suki spends her time teaching the beginner classes at the dojo

she met azula + the girls thru martial arts and zuko

overall thingies:

even though zuko is oblivious to sokka’s reciprocate feelings, no one else is. mai, azula, and ty le are just like “zuko wtf you’re more blind than toph”

he thinks the rest of his friends dont know about his crush bu he forgets who his sister is. honestly. all he talks about is sokka, it isnt hard.

unlike a lot of other bands, they actually have more complicated and interesting bass riffs, and a lot of times when writing songs they start with bass and build up from there

azula and toph get along becaus theyre the only sensible ones around. all their friends are pining idiots and they bond over their mutual superiority 🪄🧃🧃

mai skateboards at the same skatepark as sokka and aang. she’s long since past trying to teach zuko (he’s an uncoordinated gay mess) (who can somehow still play drums ??what???)but once she sees him agree to learn to skate from sokka she knows what’s up

suki’s birthday is during th time this fic happens, and she invites yue to the party (she tells zuko he has to invite sokka because even though she loves her bestie, he really is dumb)

“hey yue, we’re having a little get-together for my birthday, and i was wondering if you wanted to come?” compare to zuko’s “uh—hey sokka? i, um. suki’s birthday is pretty soon, and, well. we’re having a get-together to celebrate? and i—she asked me to invite someone? andifyoudontwannagothatstotallyfineimsorryforbotheringyou-” (includes much stammering and heavy blushing)

on the outside suki’s all calm (someone has to be the “i’m a mess but i dont look it” friend��🙄. honestly)but on the inside she’s like

“oh my gOD is that dyed hair hOLY FUcK thats so badass and she pLAYS BASS TOo that’s hOt”

“WAITWHATTHEFUCKISSHESPEAKINGTOME- ?? she’s laughing now she’s gORGEOUS- ThE giGGLEs i CANt bREatHE-”

“hOLY mOtHEr of kYosHi sHe’s wEAriNG lEsbiAn riNgS sHIT and her voice is so nice too fUCK i think i’m in love-”

[missmitchieg]

aayyy. in your post about Julie wearing 'witchy' clothing. you mentioned stars in several places. you missed the most important one: the basket ball hoop above Julie's head (when she's standing on the piano) during Edge of Great. that song is v important imo. everything is perfect for that song. her dad is there/supportive, Flynn helped set it all up, Julie knows the boys won't bail this time. it's the calm before the storm (aka 1x8 and 1x9). talk to me a thing about this. please *pleading eyes*

hgdtadfsrwsd the way you just opened the floodgates of my love for everything Edge of Great

I love Julie’s entire Bisexual Butterfly Ensemble

I love how happy Flynn is

I love the way Ray’s so excited and happy to have his little niña back

I love Julie’s cute little dance

I love that Carlos is filming and dancing, too, and it’s not even close to the kinda music he actually likes/listens to, he just loves his sister like WE STAN A SUPPORTIVE LITTLE BROTHER #SIBLINGGOALS

I love the way she interacts with my boy Reggie

I love the way Luke watched that interaction with that big smile ‘cause he loves his friends

I love the way they both look at Alex and Alex smiles back at them

Luke’s cute lil confused puppy face 🥺🥺🥺

Reggie&Julie vibing p2

OBSESSED with the way Julie nopes out of serenading Luke and Alex gives her that look because he knows damn well they belong together

THE WAY REG WALKS TO LUKE TO BE LIKE “BRO???“ “IDK????“ because he ships them just as hard as Alex does

Nick’s cute little white boy dance while Carrie’s like “not the Siren/Witch entrancing my man this means WAR, also this song is a BOP and I’m mad about it and please tell me you are dating your guitarist“

THIS LOOK @ FLYNNIE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

FLYNN���S “YAAASSSSS“

Julie climbing onto the grand piano Like That

THE ENTIRE LET YOUR COLORS BLIND THEIR EYES BE WHO YOU ARE NO COMPROMISE PART BECAUSE P A S S I O N LIKE YES YOU LITTLE BISEXUAL SIREN/WITCH QUEEN SING YOUR PRIDE YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE

Luke’s sweet “Are we ok?“ face while he plays to her

“We’re ok sweetie” NOSE SCRUNCH NOSE SCRUNCH NOSE SCRUNCH

The way Luke is like *only heard “WE’RE MEANT TO BE” AND ASCENDED TO HEAVEN*

👏 THAT 👏 WE'RE 👏 STANDING 👏 ON 👏 THE 👏 EDGE 👏 OF 👏 GREEEEEEAAAAAAT 👏 AND THE B-BALL HOOP UNDER A STAR LOOKING LIKE A HALO

LUKE BBY

THE WAAAAY THIS MAN IS DETERMINED TO HAVE JULIE SMILE AT HIM LIKE THAT AGAIN

Reggie and Alex letting them have Their Moment alone because they are The Captains of the ship

SURPRISE SERENADE

HEART EYES HEART EYES HEART EYES

Julie’s little snap back to the reality that Luke wasn’t the only one there

AND THE L Y R I C S

Running from the past Tripping on the now What is lost can be found, it's obvious

Julie was running from the passing of her mom who was her favorite person, was lying and keeping secrets from herr bestie, little brother, dad, auntie, the entire student body and every teacher at school and she lost her mom (family) but found the guys (”my friends, my band, my family”) so it’s fine.

And like a rubber ball We come bouncing back We all got a second act, inside of us 

Julie bounced back and metaphorically came back to life after a year of no music with the love and support from the guys and Julie set them free from The Dark Room and they literally back to life thanks to her and now this is their second act, together.

I believe, I believe that we're just one dream Away from who we're meant to be That we're standing on the edge of Something big, something crazy Our best days are yet unknown That this moment is ours to own

'Cause we're standing on the edge of great (On the edge of great) Great (On the edge of great) Great (On the edge of great) 'Cause we're standing on the edge of great

They’re literally just meant to be legends. It’s their destiny. There’s no other way to explain it. They’re on the edge of living that dream of playing The Orpheum. They’re two episodes away from living that dream of playing The Orpheum. The best day of their life and afterlife. But this moment right now, singing this song, is theirs.

We all make mistakes But they're just stepping stones To take us where we wanna go It's never straight, no

The guys made the mistake of going to HGC instead of going straight to the dance to perform with Julie and talking to Caleb and actually considering joining him for a second. It was but a stepping stone to them realizing just how important Julie is to them and how much they need all Julie and each other. The path to realizing Julie was it for them was never going to be straight because none of them are straight.

Sometimes we gotta lean Lean on someone else To get a little help Until we find our way

Julie leaned on the guys to help her through her no music depression slump and the guys leaned on Julie to help them achieve their dreams with her by their sides.

I believe, I believe that we're just one dream Away from who we're meant to be That we're standing on the edge of Something big, something crazy Our best days are yet unknown That this moment is ours to own 'Cause we're standing on the edge of great (On the edge of great) Great (On the edge of great) Great (On the edge of great) 'Cause we're standing on the edge of... Shout, shout C'mon and let it out, out Don't gotta hide it Let your colors blind their eyes Be who you are no compromise Just shout, shout C'mon and let it out, out What doesn't kill you makes you feel alive Ooh-oh

WE HAVE REACHED THE MOST ICONIC JATP BRIDGE CURRENTLY IN EXISTENCE. *ahem*

*gestures* Bisexuality.

I believe I believe that we're just one dream Away from who we're meant to be That we're standing on the edge of great Something big, something crazy Our best days are yet unknown That this moment is ours to own 'Cause we're standing on the edge of great (On the edge of great) On the edge of great (Great, on the edge of great) On the edge (Great, on the edge of great) 'Cause we're standing on the edge of... Running from the past Tripping on the now What is lost can be found, it's obvious

Julie And The Phantoms are destined for greatness and are already Legends In Their Own Right.

[tams-writeblr]

Hey there! I have an ask for the book club :) "Shiv Skeptic" clearly means a lot to Alex and Isaiah, and his music helps the two of them bond. Have you ever had a musician/artist that meant a lot to you?

Hi! Thank you for the ask!

Yes, of course there was a band that deeply impacted me when I was about the age between Alex and Issaiha! When I was around 13 my best friend introduced me to the favorite band of his older brother (the brother was already 18 at that time) which was the German punk band Die Ärzte. I know they are known in some parts outside of Germany, mostly European countries, so I don't know if anyone reading this knows them.

Die Ärzte have some really funny songs, that's why they are called fun-punks too but they also have a variety of very political strong songs, which I always preferred. My favorite will always be their 2005 album Geräusch (probably since it's the album that was released the year I started listening to their music) and their 1998 album 13. I also highly recommend Planet Punkand Die Bestie in Menschengestalt.

I still listen to their music a lot, even if it's not as much as it used to be and I'm ecstatic that I'll finally see them live next year, after 17 years of being a fan! I saw their lead guitarist solo with his band when I was like 15 but seeing the three of them united is something that still fills me with joy.

I didn't manage to go see them earlier, since I suffered form heavy anxiety when I was younger and crowds would just make me wanna cry. The concert when I was 15 was hell for me and I ended up standing in the very back. But I got my issues under control now, so I hope I can enjoy that concert next year as much as I should! I really related to Alex' fear of going into the crowd when reading that part!

What's an artist that impacted you a lot? Were you able to see them live and if yes, how was that experience for you?

[stargazer-balladeer]

pov: youre in a band with xinyan barbara and yanfei

collage au, perhaps? not in this ask but 👁️👁️

xinyan mentioned wanting to start a band, and you said youd join (jokingly, but look where you are now). you met barbara and yanfei a while after, they took a bit of convincing but they were on board (you asked yunjin too but she declined, shed rather continue with opera than rock) you get really popular across all 6 realms (sumeru banned you from entering their boarders after the first concert, yall were simply too firey and it didnt mix with dendro well) quickly, the snezhnayans at your most recent concert said that your atmosphere is a nice contrast to the unforgiving and freezing snow

first and foremost, yanfeis rap solos. they are. superior. she has many fans, men and women alike, and is the fan favorite in liyue and natalan (barbara and xinyan were voted second, respectively) barbara most in mondstadt) she still has her job as a legal advisor though, which tends to make her flake the most and arrive halfway through the concert. she plays the bass too. you probably met her bc you got into some legal trouble with the the millelith now that i think abt it

barbara is, actually, the lead vocalist. shes learning rhythm guitar but she doesn't feel comfortable enough playing in onstage yet. she kinda feels bad abt being lead since xinyan is both lead guitar and band leader overall, but xinyan insists that shes meant for it and doesn't mind. her voice is a really pretty contrast to the rock imo

xinyan, as mentioned above, is lead guitarist and backup vocalist. her guitar solos are godly. straight up. her voice is a bit (quite, now that i compare them) lower than barbaras, which gives any harmonizing bits a lot of depth.

you play the drums (I WAS GOING THROUGH XINYANS LINES BC I FORGOT WHAT SHE SOUNDED LIKE AND SHE ACTUALLY MENTIONED THAT??? WHAT OMG GODLY COINCIDENCE-) and for this hc, the least developed in my brain bc yanfei is sucking my brainjuice dry. you're besties with xinyan and xiangling and xingqiu and chongyun and thats basically how you got dragged into this mess. if, by chance, you have a hydro cryo or electro vision, you're on firefighter duty with barbara

the band is probably most popular in fontine and natalan. youve gotten fanmail from sumeru as well, asking if youd be able to play close to their boarder so they wouldn't have to travel too far to see you when you're on tour. yunjin tends to not travel much because of her job at the teahouse, but she'll be at every concert in liyue

ohmygod another long hc ask-

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Thats so cute- JANSHNSSHGBG-

[keith-the-hoe]

The Glimmer Hoes Master Plan| Crack Fanfic Mini Series

Episode One: [X]

Episode Two: [X]

Episode Three: American Tour

Episode Four: [X]

Episode Five: [X]

Warnings:

This story will contain violence, sex scenes and a shit ton of foul language. It may also cause you to lose a couple of brain cells and fall into a state of confusion. Do not read if you are under the age of 16. Read at your own risk. Or Keef will eat your grandma.

Cast:

Mick Jagger

Keith Richards

Charlie Watts

Ronnie Wood

Bill Wyman

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After the huge massacre in California, The Rolling Stones were on the run again. Keef was super ugly and devastated from his buddy, Mick, being brutally killed by the sus one. Who was going to sing for them? Charlie and Bill were sitting in the back seat with Mick's body next to them. Their van had broke down when they were out camping in the desert. So they elected Keef to push the van to the nearest town.

"Ah jeez..... Now who is going to be our whore front man?" Keef asked while he struggled to push the van over a speed bump.

"You do it" Billl said as he keep trying to get the body from touching him.

The Rolling Stones stopped by a mechanic shop that was also a coffee shop. California was burning hot. The sun was shining down on Keef so he took his clothes off. Bill and Charlie stepped out of the van and stood in front of the coffee shop.

"Hmm.... Some coffee wouldn't be so bad right now." Bill said to Charlie.

The only problem was, they didn't have any money on them. But Keef did so this whole sentence doesn't work at all. He took out a bunch of crumbled up dollar bills from his underpants. Penis money was what he always called it in case of emergencies. Bill didn't want to touch it so he told him to hold onto it. They walked into the coffee shop. There was no one in there but some weird guy with a big nose reading a news paper. They all sat down at the counter and waited for someone to attend them. A lady with a cheese ball outfit went up to them to take their order. Keef really wanted bananas. Bill and Charlie just ordered eggs and bacon like normies do at coffee shops. Keef kept spinning around his stool and noticed that the big nose whore was looking at them. He got sus so he just walked in the bathroom to take a piss. Or at least that what he made big nose whore think. Keef walked over to the mechanic shop to check on their van. Then he remembered that he left Mick in there. He went into a panic. Bill and Charlie had already taken him out of the van but didn't tell him. Keef searched the van but didn't see him in there. Charlie went outside to see what kind of shenanigans he's up to this time. Keef turned into a mad monkey.

"Jesus! Calm down you fooking dumb fuck of a monkey!" Charlie said. "If you're looking for whore Mick, we hid him behind the dumpster until the van gets fixed."

Keef just stared at him. He felt better now that he knew that his side hoe was okay. He walked around the mechanic shop and saw a bunch of car parts. He got a very good idea. He grabbed the parts, some oil cans, and his guitars. Told ya they might come in handy for later. Charlie stood there in confusion watching Keef once again do something stupid.

"Be hold!!" Keef yelled.

Charlie rolled his eyes at him. He seriously wondered why he's even in a shitty ass band with a very stupid monkey. Keith removed the tarp from his very fantastic creation.

"Wot in the actual fuck did you just make?" Charlie asked sounding annoyed.

Keef chuckled. "You dummy! It's Mick!" He said as he leaned on it only to knock it over. He has built a cyborg Mick as a replacement for the real Mick. Charlie was not amused. Bill came out of the coffee shop with the big nose whore holding a knife to his neck. He was pretty calm about it. Charlie panicked.

"Woah woah! Hey! easy there cowboy! Put the knife down! We can talk this through!" Keef said as he slowly walked up to them.

Charlie was examining the piece of junk. He was trying to figure out how it worked. Cyborg Mick smacked him hard in the head and did Jagger moves.

"Wot is that?" Bill asked as big nose whore held the knife closer to his neck. He remained calm.

Keef explained since they no longer had the real Mick, they could use a artificial one. He programmed it to be exactly like Mick. He even gave him a dick since Mick LOVES to be screwing around with random ass hoes. Charlie cut him off by yelling at him that Bill is being held hostage.

"Oh.... right.... that....." Keef said with a nervous chuckle.

He slowly approached them but big nose whore kept walking away. Keef threw a punch only to get his arm sliced by the knife.

"Owie! Damn! I need this arm to play guitar!! Son of a bitch!" He yelled as he threw a rock at Charlie.

"You play guitar?" Big Nose Whore asked. Bill used the opportunity to run to Charlie and jumped in his arms. Just imagine that though lol. Keef looked at them both confused but he ignored them. Cyborg Mick went up to Keef and big nose whore.

"Greetings, I am Mick Jagger, yes this Monkey whore plays guitar." He said.

Big Nose Whore put his knife away and began to laugh his ass off.

"Well why didn't you say so!? Bitch I play guitar as well!" He said.

Bill and Charlie rolled their eyes. Just what they needed, another dumbass. The van was up and running again. The Rolling Stones were relieved to finally have a working vehicle. Keef and big nose whore became besties and offered to give him a ride. The only thing he wanted to ride was- okay don't be nasty. He accepted the offer and hopped in the van. He sat next to Bill who was already annoyed by his presence. Cyborg Mick kept smacking Charlie in the head.

"Jesus! Keith get your damn sex robot under control!" He yelled.

Keith scratched his head trying to figure out why Cyborg Mick did that. He figured that he set it to fightey mode instead of normal Mick mode. He turned the switch which got Keith's balls kicked. He screamed in pain and Big Nose Whore just laughed at him. Charlie seriously wondered how he even ended up being stuck with a bunch of idiots. Bill also wondered the same thing. They also later learned that Big Nose Whore's name is Ronnie because of course it was. They also learned that he bites people. They had to find that one out the hard way. Keith began to discuss how they're going to be touring with a broken robot and a missing rhythm guitarist. Ronnie got a splendid idea. He drank orange juice. So really he didn't have a splendid idea. I know how to grammar properly.

"Assholes I can be your rhythm guitarist." He suggested.

Charlie said no. He was not about to deal with another dumbass that was going to kill his bestie. He just wanted to go home. Cyborg Mick yelled at Charlie to shut up and he doesn't get to make the decisions around here. A tear ran down his face. Cyborg Mick accepted Ronnie to be a part of the band.

"Sweet! So where are we headed?" He said with a wide smile.

Cyborg Mick started doing weird beeping sounds. Keef programmed him to be their GPS which he didn't even know he could do. They got directions to a small motel near a small town in San Francisco. They didn't question it and drove there.

"Ooooh motels are quite fun, they have all sorts of things to do there." Ronnie explained.

"I hate motels." Bill replied as he lit a cigarette.

"Oh shut it you! You love going there to screw every single girl you lay eyes on!" Keef yelled.

"I have a wife." Charlie said.

"Why screw girls when we can screw each other!" Ronnie replied.

The whole van turned into an argument about fucking people. Cyborg Mick just kept driving without saying a single work to them. He was super horny though, just like the real Mick. Only thing is, this one actually has a dick, unlike the real Mick. They parked in front of the lobby. The van went silent. The Rolling Stones all slowly looked at each other. Who was going to go in there and ask for rooms?

"Alright....." Keef said in a low voice. "In the count of three...... One-"

They all touch their noses as they yelled "NOT IT" even though Keith wasn't even at three. That meant that he had to go in there and ask for rooms.

"Ugh! Son of a bitch! Why do I have to do everything!? Jesus you all don't work for shit! The only thing you all are able to do is be a bunch of whores!" Keith said as he stepped out of the van. Then there was another problem. Who was going to share rooms? Bill and Charlie looked at each other. Guess they're sharing rooms. Keith stood in front of the lobby as the secretary checked for any available rooms. Turns out there was one room with a king sized bed and one with two singles. Keith sighed deeply and paid without any further questions. He walked over to the van to tell them about the rooms. Ronnie claimed the room with two singles. Cyborg Mick also claimed that room. That left with Bill, Charlie and Keith with the room with a king sized bed. This was going to be an awkward night. Bill and Charlie told Keith to fuck off. They didn't want a monkey to be sleeping in the same bed as them. Cyborg Mick put his arm around Keith.

"Me and you can share beds...." He said seductively.

Keith actually didn't mind sleeping in the same bed with Mick. He's his buddy and he's known him since they were in nappies. So he agreed to doing so. Bill hates them both so much that he is planning on doing some murdering. The Rolling Stones went to their room. Cyborg Mick went a little overboard and took Keith to bed with him. Ronnie just stood there eating Doritos that he found in the bathroom. Just another normal day for him.

"Oooh! Make sure to not scratch him up a bit with all of those metal bolts in there....." Ronnie suggested.

Keith just glared at him but then he got a stupendous idea. He removed his clothes. Ronnie was completely lost and wondered why he just did that. Cyborg Mick got turned on by such view.

"Wow! The Rolling Stones really are a wild band! I'm so glad I am a part of it!" Ronnie yelled in excitement. He looked around the room. There were a bunch of used rubbers stuck on them. Beautiful decorating. Cyborg Mick stretched his arm out and pulled Ronnie into bed. They all laid on top of each other and got really funky. Bill and Charlie, who were in a room over, were sitting on the bed watching the telly. Strange noises were coming from the room that Keith was staying in. Bill shook his head in disappointment.

"We haven't even been here for 2 seconds and they're already screwing around? Jesus can there be a-" Bill said as Charlie cut him off with a smack. Bill is a big hoe so the things he is complaining about are extremely irrelevant so he cannot be talking and that is on period 💅. They heard a loud boom outside where the pool was. Charlie was certain that Keith, Mick and Ronnie were up to no good so he went out to check. He saw a telly on the first floor. Turns out Led Zeppelin were also staying in those motels and were the ones who threw the telly out their window. Charlie hated them. He went back inside of his room only to see a naked Bill laying in bed with a bunch of rose petals and candles around him. He was genuinely confused.

"Hey babe..... Why don't you come over here and have some fun eh?" Bill said in a low voice.

Charlie just wanted to go home because according to him, he is happier there then when he is with the stones. Haha I'm using his words against him. He sighed and just went with the flow because Yolo. They really got into it up until they heard screaming from the other room. Bill and Charlie looked at each other.

"Oh wow, they seem to be having a very splendid and wild time...." Bill said.

Charlie rolled his eyes and decided to just ignore them. Keith bursted into the room. He was covered in blood. Bill and Charlie just stared at him with a scared look.

"I-its not wot it looks like....." Bill said with an awkward chuckle.

Keith was breathing heavily and couldn't gather his words. He just began to babble and making hand gestures and so on and so forth.

"Jesus! Use your words bitch!" Charlie yelled.

Keith finally calmed down. "That fucking robot piece of junk just tried to kill me!" He yelled.

Charlie looked at him from head to toe. He was seriously done with The Rolling Stones. He didn't even want to know why he was naked and covered in blood. Ronnie came running in also naked and covered in blood. Charlie just sighed in disappointment. Why is he in a band full of dumbasses.

"Why are you both naked and covered in blood?" Bill asked as he lit a cigarette.

Turns out Cyborg Mick was set in fightey mode instead of sexy time mode and had tried to kill them both by using chainsaws and cheeseballs. He managed to injure Ronnie which caused a whole bunch of blood splattering meaning that he is slowly dying. Charlie had to act fast because clearly these idiots are not going to do so. They all put their clothes back on but Keith couldn't find his pants. Too bad he deserves it. The Rolling Stones jumped in the van that had been vandalized by Led Zeppelin.

"Ughh those fucking hippie bastards!" Charlie yelled as he set the van to drive. Keith held Ronnie's hand. He didn't want to lose him. He has only known him for 5 hours. Ronnie didn't seem to have a problem about the fact that he got attacked by a Mick robot. He just kept smiling and bullied Charlie for having a unibrow.

[imperatorium]

Your Ghost post is beautiful and thank you for sharing it. Since you have a good grasp of the nuances of the bands story, I was wondering if you might be the person to answer this question.. embarrassed as I am to ask it, but do you know what the current identifiers are for the ghouls? I'm still not over losing Alpha and Omega and have never quite been able to figure out whos who or who people are referring to when I see previously unseen elements like "dewdrop" for example.

Oh, you’re so welcome!  I’m just happy to have had an opportunity to enthusiastically retell the story as comprehensively as makes sense to unload on a friend who didn’t know anything about the band, at all, outside of my aggressive reblogs of content on Tumblr!

Thank YOU for giving me another opportunity to keep talking about them!

As I mentioned in my other post, the current lineup of Ghouls don’t have names or elemental designations.  Copia refers to each of them as “Ghoul” (or “Ghoulette”), in contrast to III who called his Ghouls by name/element.  Even though Copia’s Ghouls don’t have elements, most of the fandom seems to have shuffled them into the “elements” they took over for.

Full disclosure, I know there’s occasionally Discourse about what to call the Ghouls.  I have no horse in that race, at all.  Like I also mentioned, I have my own names for them, too, but these are the popular fan-given nicknames that make searching for content much easier, if you decide you have a favourite Ghoul.

Second full disclosure, I was just going to describe each of them and not bother searching for pictures/gifs, but when I announced this to my bestie, she was like, “You can’t tell someone you’re going to brag about your cats and then not show them pictures!”

Okay!  First, the lead guitarist.

Most commonly called Dewdrop, sometimes just Fire.

My understanding is that “Dewdrop” came because he used to play bass under III, for a while, and previous bass players were designated as “Water”.

Feral gremlin.  Plays furiously and stomps a lot.  

His guitar is white.

Needs attention.  Might be a very poorly behaved cat.

Bullies almost all the other Ghouls, despite being the smallest, but also wants to nuzzle

Is ridiculously good at what he does.

Next, the rhythm guitarist:

Most commonly referred to as Aether

In fact, I don’t know that I’ve ever seen any other name for him.

Except in my household, where we just call him BEEF.

So good to look at.

His guitar is black.

Jumps and does a lot of leggy business

This last cycle, he and Dewdrop did guitar battles, unique to each city, during Copia’s costume change before “Cirice”.  Dewdrop bullies him the most.

Snuggly af.

Also, when I said “Copia is probably in love with at least one of them”, this is what I meant:

He love he Beef.

Ok, and the bassist:

Most commonly referred to as Rain or Water.

Also feral but not in an angry way like Dewdrop, just kind of like…skittish deer feral.

Plays both a white and a black bass.

The only one Dewdrop does not really bully.  They seem to nuzzle a lot.

Sometimes also uses his tongue

Satan help us, don’t let the little angry one teach this one bad habits

Aaaand the drummer:

Most commonly referred to as Mountain or Earth.

Plays in his socks.

Very tall.

We don’t get to see him much.

We also have our “Swiss Army” Ghoul:

Most commonly called Swiss or Multi

Has been called the “Swiss Army” Ghoul in an official capacity, a few times, so he’s the closest one to having a name, even though really that’s just the easiest way to describe his job in the band

[Stefan voice] This Ghoul does everything: acoustic guitar, back-up singing, percussion, shimmying.

Best quality?  His wiggles. 

We stan a sassy demon.

Last, but the opposite of least, my GIRLS:

Most commonly called Cirrus (left) and Cumulus (right)

Cirrus is tall and has a sick keytar solo in “Mummy Dust”

Cumulus is smol and sings

Copia has referred to them as “lionesses”

They’re beautiful.  Look at them.  I love them.

In the words of the McElroys, “Did that help?”

[pfenniged]

Fun Facts about Elton John’s autobiography ‘Me’ I learned from reading literally only one third of the book so far:

Elton took his last name from Long John Baldry rather than John Lennon. Which I know was changed in Rocketman because Elton had a strong friendship with John Lennon, but goddamn that movie would have been 1000000000 percent more gay and fabulous if Long John Baldry had been in it bluesing it up and telling Elton that he’s ‘more in love with Bernie than with her,’ when engaged to his first landlord.

Elton and Bernie didn’t have a cool ass American Jeep import like in the movie: Instead, they had their shit taken out in Elton’s stepdad’s white van when he told his landlord he was gay, which Elton admittedly said was less sexy than the imagery in ‘Someone Saved my Life Tonight’ that Bernie replaced with a sexier car. 

Also Fred was called DERF by Elton because it’s Fred backwards and this movie would have been infinitely better if Elton called Fred DERF.

He hung out with Keith Moon and bought a gigantic thirty foot dinosaur from Ringo Starr to help him sell his house because strangely a thirty foot dinosaur was putting people off.

Katharine Hepburn came to swim at his pool and he was freaking out but then he freaked out more when she asked him to come remove a dead frog from the pool because he ‘doesn’t deal well with that sort of thing’ and after hemming and hawing at the waters edge and trying to get something to remove it Katharine just reached in and snatched it out because she was tired of dealing with a #littlegayboy and like the #badasslesbian she is

Also he bought a Melburnian tram on a cocaine binge. Like, an actual working tram from Melbourne. BLESS.

Also he wondered why teenagers were screaming about him and wondered if they took a wrong turn at a David Cassidy gig.

There was also a moment where hundreds of doves were supposed to be released from five pianos in a concert he had spelling out his name on the pianos as they opened, one for each letter, but the poor doves were too terrified to leave so apparently John Reid like the dickhead he is took it as a personal slight and started yelling at the fucking doves like a crazy person and Bernie had to ‘sheepishly’ run on stage and pick up single doves and toss them into the air, and if that isn’t a fucking #husband/wingman I don’t know what is

Bernie also lost his shit at Elton singing his heartfelt lyrics while wearing a Santa codpiece

There’s apparently a song about the murder of a sixteen year old lesbian on Goodbye Yellow Brick Road called ‘All the Girls Love Alice’

His mum watched ‘Deep Throat’ on the plane he purchased from Led Zeppelin simply because she wanted to know ‘what the fuss was about’ and was simultaneously repulsed, horrified, and intrigued 

Stevie Wonder visited him when they were recording Caribou in Colorado and borrowed a snowmobile to go snowmobiling and even Elton was like TO PREEMPT YOUR QUESTION, NO, I HAVE NO IDEA HOW HE DIDN’T KILL HIMSELF

Also on one of his cocaine binges he went on stage with The Rolling Stones and was meant to be on stage for a couple of songs, but then basically stayed on and started ad-libbing through the whole set. At the time, he was like, THEY WERE LOOKING AT ME IN AWE, but in retrospect, realised that Keith Richards was basically giving him a death stare to GET THE FUCK OFF THE STAGE

Freddie Mercury basically complained about Brian May’s professorial straight man sense of style and joked about the horror of ‘getting a guitarist who wears clogs’

Him and Bernie were besties with Billie Jean King and if that isn’t the gay-lesbian alliance we all deserve I don’t know what is

He also tried out a new guitarist in the mid-70s that talked about fucking chickens up the ass and then cutting off their head at climax and how he basically was a fucking serial killer

His new bass player was also sleeping with poor Bernie’s wife at the time aka ‘Tiny Dancer’ aka DON’T YOU DARE CHEAT ON BERNIE TAUPIN LIKE THAT BERNIE TAUPIN IS LOVE BERNIE TAUPIN IS LIFE

Also in case you were ever wondering, Elton himself basically said the one reason he basically didn’t get AIDS during the 1970s/ into the 1980s AIDs Pandemic is because he actually doesn’t like ‘fucking’ that much; he just likes watching hot people make out and take photos and then shove them off furniture when they’re going to cum on expensive furniture because he’s ‘house proud,’ and I feel like he answered a lot of questions with this

He also fell in love with straight men which means pining over straight men most of the time so that probably took up a large portion of the 1970s Elton you sad gay sack of poo

He also listened to 10CC’s ‘I’m Not in Love’ so much like the dramatic piece of shit he is his band presented him with a gold record for ‘one million listens’ as he mooned over straight men

ELTON

STAWP

And to cleanse that stupidity out of your head I’m going to leave you with the purest thing so far which is Bernie wrote Elton a song exclusively about him being afraid about the press asking about his sexuality before he came out called ‘All The Nasties’ on the ‘Madmen Across the Water’ album, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard and you should go listen to it now because BERNIE TAUPIN IS A WRITING GOD OKAY 

[madcapmoon]

Highway to Hell: My Life on the Road with the Dead Kennedys

by Amy Linden

In 1981 I moved back to New York City after spending four years in San Francisco. I was 22, and a childhood friend and I shared a two bedroom apartment—rent $300 and change—on East 4th Street, just off Avenue A, kitty-corner to the building where Madonna lived back before she actually was Madonna.

One day, I got a phone call from my friend Klaus Fluoride, the bass player for the seminal punk group the Dead Kennedys. During my last 18 months in SF, Klaus, his girlfriend, three other roommates, my boyfriend/we-got married-for-his-green-card husband, and I shared a huge flat in the Mission District. I wasn’t as close to the other members as I was to Klaus; I had spent a decent amount of time with Darren, (a.k.a. DH Peligro), East Bay Ray, and the inimitable Jello Biafra. It was great to hear from Klaus, especially since he had good news—the Dead Kennedys were embarking on their first East Coast tour.

“We’re coming to New York!” Klaus exclaimed. “You should come out on the road with us!” And why not? I could drink all the band’s beer! I could go backstage. And most of all, I could meet cute punk rock boys! Luckily, I didn’t have to worry about giving my boss notice because I barely had a job.

After arriving in NYC, the band took the Amtrak down to Washington, D.C., where the mini-tour was going to kick off. On the ride down, Klaus raised the possibility of my helping out in some way. Maybe I could write up setlists, maybe arrange the guest list, maybe help move equipment, or maybe I could get up on stage and do “security,” which consisted of grabbing the mic back whenever singer Jello Biafra propelled himself into the audience, keeping the flow of stage divers moving at a brisk pace, and tossing—or more specifically shoving—anyone who climbed up on stage and showed little inclination to move.

That I was totally ill-suited to do security for anyone at anytime, least of all for a high-energy aggressive band with high-energy aggressive fans, should have been obvious. Clearly, none of this mattered. Just like that, I was on stage at the legendary 9:30 Club, wearing a short kilt, beat up cowboy boots, and bandanas wrapped around my wrists, looking out at a packed house of pumped up fans, and trying my best to look butch. Pushing sweat-soaked twenty-year-olds off the stage was not my idea of meeting cute punk rock guys.

Arguably, punk rock’s birthplace was New York. However in 1981, D.C. was the epicenter of the East Coast hardcore scene, with much of the momentum coming from a tight knit, committed crew—many just out of their teens or still living at home—who adhered to a DIY philosophy/lifestyle known as “straight edge.” Being down with straight edge meant just saying “no” to liquor, cigarettes and drugs, which at the time were three of my four basic food groups.

The leading lights of the straight edge crew were Ian MacKaye and Henry Garfield. Ian’s resume included Teen Idles, Minor Threat, and later Fugazi, in addition to founding the influential indie label Dischord Records. Garfield, who worked at a Häagen-Dazs in Georgetown, was the front man for S.O.A. In time, he would change his surname to Rollins, join Black Flag, and become a heavily tattooed, singer/spoken word artist and actor. Henry and Ian looked a bit scary, but like most of the D.C. crew, were as sweet and courteous as their music was aggressive. When they weren’t following me around like I was Bo Peep and they were lost skinhead sheep, Henry and Ian took it upon themselves to protect me from whatever it was they thought I needed to be protected from.

By the time the Dead Kennedys finished up the first of two D.C. shows, I was a cross between big sister and mascot, the affection strictly platonic. There may have been lots of unity, but not many of the D.C. kids were coupled up. All of the passion was directed at the “cause.” It was as though sex, like drugs and alcohol, indicated a lack of discipline.

I remember an odd but telling conversation with Henry. He had invited his friends, the DKs, and me to his small apartment in Alexandria, Virginia. He asked me to come to the kitchen. With utmost sincerity Henry, who was at most  two years my junior, said that he really didn’t like girls, but he liked me because to him I wasn’t really a girl. If memory serves, it was then that he opened the freezer and showed me a dead rat. Touched as I was by Henry’s attempt to let me into his world, I let him know that I was enough of a girl to find a rat-cicle kind of gross. Bless his heart, but this whole meeting cute punk boys was clearly not in the cards.

Ian on stage 3:28

Ian, Henry, and my new skinhead besties travelled to the Baltimore show where they stood in front of the stage, their arms reaching up towards me and sang, “Amy, dance with us!” I might not have been the best security detail but I sure was the most popular. Such displays of affection only served to make my already rocky relationship with Biafra even worse. It was bad enough that Klaus had brought me along, but to Biafra my being serenaded undermined his punk cred, not to mention that he had no interest in sharing the spotlight, especially with some girl in a miniskirt and cowboy boots.

Oddly enough, Biafra’s ire grew even more pronounced when I developed a nasty cough and took to swilling cheap, high-octane cough syrup. Convinced that I would get him sick and that my fits of coughing somehow made the band look lame, Biafra turned mean. He decided that part of my job description involved looking after the equipment, and therefore I had to sleep in the van parked on the streets of the nation’s then-murder capital. This edict was quickly and angrily squashed by Darren, Klaus and guitarist East Bay Ray, who generally paid me no mind, instead concentrating on picking up women. For the remainder of the tour, Klaus and Darren chipped in for a hotel room and kept Biafra off my case. He was a charismatic front man, but Biafra’s actions further convinced me that he was a dick.

Before heading down to Charm City, we drove out to a farm in Virginia to meet the Bad Brain’s explosive lead singer H.R. The Bad Brains were and remain a sheer force of nature, but H.R. could be, shall we say, strange. His home was a punk rock crash pad/Rasta commune filled with kids, women, the other three-quarters of the Bad Brains and the ever-present smell of weed. The Kennedys were there to finalize plans for the punk pioneers to open up at the first of two upcoming NYC dates. Unbeknownst to us, H.R. was in the midst of a verbal fast, something that he did to cleanse himself of negative energy. Instead of talking, he gestured wildly and occasionally scribbled down notes. The next time we saw H.R. and the Bad Brains, they came “this close” to blowing the Dead Kennedys off stage. In fact, they just might have done so.

We encountered a bit of drama in Boston. The concert tickets and local advertising said “DKs” rather than the “Dead Kennedys.” Was it censorship? Maybe. It wasn’t uncommon to shorten the group’s name, yet it wasn’t lost on anyone that the name change had happened in the home of the actual Kennedys. Looking back, I think that Ray, Klaus, and Darren knew that taking umbrage over the promoter’s decision was not worth the energy. But with his customary lack of concern for anything but his own agenda, Biafra became furious.

Adding insult to perceived injury, Biafra began the set ranting and making snarky comments about imprisoned IRA martyr Bobby Sands, who had either just died or was dying as a result of a prolonged hunger strike. It was not one of Biafra’s most sensitive moments. It was also in Boston that the band picked up Microwave, a good natured, muscley young fan who approached them after the show. Microwave was a far better fit for tossing skinheads and guarding amps than a sleep-deprived and tubercular girl. Much to Biafra’s delight, Microwave took over most of the heavy lifting. Literally.

After six cities in two weeks, the traveling circus ended at NYC’s Irving Plaza. An old Ukrainian theater, Irving Plaza was largest venue, and that night it was packed with hundreds of bodies, including the D.C. Straight Edge Boy’s Choir/Amy Appreciation Society. Even though Microwave was now head punk-in-charge, I was in my customary spot off to the right of the bass amp, poised to help out if needed. The energy level was off the charts and the crowd roared, sang along and danced as the Kennedys tore through songs like “California Über Alles,” “Kill the Poor,” and “Holiday in Cambodia.” 

Ian and Henry Rollins dancing onstage during Too Drunk To Fuck

By now I was so in sync with the band’s rhythm that I could almost predict when Biafra would dive into the crowd. And when he did, I ran to the front of the stage to reel him in. Suddenly an over-eager fan grabbed the mic and refused to loosen up his grip. Biafra was floating on top of a sea of bodies, and I had lost control of the mic. A tug of war ensued, and the next thing I knew, the fan got a hold of the mic stand and clonked me. Unfortunately, I was a little drunk; having hit the end of the already-frayed rope, I lost it and tried to kick the fan in the head. Before I could make shoe-to-forehead contact, my opponent put his hands around my left foot and twisted it.

Microwave sprung into action, secured the stand, got the mic and brought Biafra back to the stage as Klaus pushed me behind an amp. The skirmish took less than a minute. As soon as the show ended and the band headed to the dressing room, I became acutely aware of a nagging, swelling sensation radiating from the side of my foot. The pain was intense, so I kept drinking in the hopes that beer would make it all better. I didn’t want to look like a baby or miss the fun—Saturday Night Live’s John Belushi and Mr. Bill were there!

When I was unable to move my toes, it was clear that something really bad had happened. I needed to get it checked out immediately. Ever the gentlemen, Henry and Ian carried me ten blocks down 14th Street to St. Vincent’s Hospital and stayed in the waiting room while I was examined. By now, my foot was completely swollen, and the only way to take x-rays was to cut the boot off, which I begged the doctor not to do. Turned out that I had a severely broken left toe. I was given something a bit stronger than cough syrup, a pair of crutches, and just like that my road trip was over. The Dead Kennedys went back home. I’d had fun. I was littered with bruises but I’d had fun. I never did meet any cute punk rock boys...

*Both videos seem to be from the same 1981 Irving Plaza show but they are dated wrong*