#pistols or pearls

[zegalba]

Ivory and Pearl gripped pistols. Heavily engraved. Luger, Mauser, Colt

[grim-vs-lizard]

[cluelylikesporn]

fav band/ song update 😻

bands♡

deftones

radiohead

tyler, the creator

gorillaz

tv girl

ghost

megadeth

rage against the machine

death

the smiths

songs

i love you golden blue- sonic youth

blow out- radiohead

tomorrow comes today- gorillaz

blood lust- YOU LOVE HER

west end girls- pet shop boys

marriage- descendants

everybodys fool- evanescence

shes in parties- bauhaus

im trying to post more so reminder to check out my intro and send me reqs ♥️

[starry-blue-echoes]

Top five best (or worst, or both, you decide) localized stand names

Consider: I do ✨both✨

first, my favorites

1) Filthy Acts At A Reasonable Price (Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheep), because just. C'mon, how can I not absolutely adore it

2) Worse Company (Bad Company), because it too is hilarous

3) Eulogy (Epitaph (the future thing on King Crimson's head)), because tbh that's a really bad ass name to give something that can predict the future

4) Pale Snake (Whitesnake), because it has the same badass energy but a little to the left

5) Reverb, because that's honestly a really cool name for a Stand by itself

as for the worst:

1) Limp Viscuit (Limp Bizkit) because they STOLE Flacid Pancake

2) Six Bullets (Sex Pistols), they took the name and made it infinitely more boring

3) Spicey Lady (Spice Girl)....... I just don't like the vibes

4) Green Tea (Green Day) it just....... really doesn't fit the vibe

5) and tied for last place are Pole Jam (Pearl Jam) and Smack (Kiss) because they're just. Weird

[sad-eyeeess]

I love these songs so much, why do old songs sound so fucking good?

she's electric by oasis

wonderwall by oasis

friday i'm in love by the cure

just like heaven by the cure

there is a light that never goes out by the smiths

high and drive by radiohead

coffee & TV by blur

she bangs the drums by the stone roses

bitter sweet symphony by the verve

oh! darling by the beatles

all i've got to do by the beatles

disorder by joy division

made of stone by the stone roses

rock you like a hurricane by scorpions

this i love by guns n' roses

black hole sun by soundgarden

perfect by the smashing pumpkins

i stay away by alice in chains

touch me i'm sick by mudhoney

hey, hey, what can i do by led zeppelin

children of the grave by black sabbath

wish you were here by pink floyd

light my fire by the doors

you're lost little girl by the doors

lithium by nirvana

your silent face by new order

stay by tears for fears

to wish impossible things by the cure

ask by the smiths

back to the old house by the smiths

hungry like a wolf by duran duran

everytime you cry by the outfield

paranoid android by radiohead

1979 by the smashing pumpkings

sweet child o' mine by guns n' roses

welcome to the jungle by guns n' roses

a day in the life by the beatles

the struggle within by metallica

faith in something bigger by the who

where is my mind? by pixies

here comes your man by pixies

all the small things by blink-182

future says run by tonic

the man who sold the world by david bowie

disappear by sonic youth

i want you by pulp

she's dead by pulp

heaven by the psychedelic furs

the ghost in you by the psychedelic furs

leave by r.e.m.

second guessing by r.e.m.

stupid car by radiohead

talking in your sleep by the romantics

sweet emotion by aerosmith

half a person by the smiths

scar tissue by red hot chili peppers

the girl in the dirty shirt by oasis

polest apart by pink floyd

my melancholy blues by queen

i wanna be adored by the stone roses

black by pearl jam

wishlist by pearl jam

wind of change by scorpions

deep by the moody blues

seventeen by sex pistols

stay away by nirvana

for tomorrow by blur

run away by great white

force of nature by oasis

nobody home by pink floyd

blow up the outside world by soundgarden

and more

[alchemisoul]

If The Sex Pistols & The Ramones are the Jesus of Punk Rock in England & America respectively...

...MC5 was John The Baptist (The Forerunner)

"Let me be who I am, And let me Kick out the Jams!"

"Kick Out The Jams"

(MC5, Punk Rock AF Somewhere in 1969)

"Kick out the Jams, Motherfuckers!"

It's hard to pick one as their most iconic performance, each of them are in their own way.

The 2 below in particular showcase the wicked guitar playing they possessed.

Below them are some choice covers.

"Rambling Rose > KOTJ > Looking at You"

@ Tartar Field

(Dettrot, 1970)

Beat Club, 1972

Silverchair

Melbourne Park, 1999

Jeff Buckley

"Eternal Life & Kick Out The Jams"

@ Rock Torhout

(Belgium, 7/1/1995)

Rage Against The Machine

"KOTJ > Bulls on Parade"

@ The Reading Festival

(England, 2000)

The live energy here and uptempo pace is mega and hard to square with but there is a flawless quality about the studio version they recorded for Renegades that os hard to outdo - it's my personal favorite version of the song.

Pearl Jam & Mudhoney

Belgium, 2010

Street Sweeper Social Club & Trent Reznor

(Chuka Vista, 2009)

[vigilantebullshit]

muse question ! what kind of music does your muse listen to??

[sw5w]

Senator, We're Making Our Final Approach Into Coruscant

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:02:18

This shot and the next appear to be taking place in the doorway between the main hold and the cargo hold on the Royal Cruiser's bottom deck (note the turbolift on the left behind the soldiers). That would place the boarding ramp on the floor of the room behind Lieutenant Danlé.

[2t2r]

Des icones groupes de rock

Nouvel article publié sur https://www.2tout2rien.fr/des-icones-groupes-de-rock/

Des icones groupes de rock

[thestylesplash]

Tribute to Vivienne Westwood - January's Thrifty Six

When I heard about the death of Vivienne Westwood I was really shocked and saddened. Although she was 81 her energy and drive belied her age. She was a true icon of British fashion, having been instrumental in bringing punk into mainstream fashion. Her store SEX (co-founded with Malcolm McLaren) was the hub of punk fashion throughout the ‘70s. McLaren also managed the Sex Pistols and Westwood…

[kk43mi]

HII LOVE UR WORK😘😘

Imagine having sex with kazuha and you're taking sooo long to cum so to make the poor guy happy with himself u fake an orgasm but the dude notices it and makes u squirt 😁 and a little bit of aftercare pls🙏

did you cum yet?

dom!kazuhaxsub!reader context: full nelson, cussing, aftercare and sex.

sex with kazuha was always so loving. he was always so gentle and slow with it, never wanted to do anything rough to hurt you and your petite body.

coming back from his adventure, he has so much to tell you. but most importantly he misses you. your body. that aching cunt that was begging for him.

so there whines and whimpers emit from the shared room where you and your boyfriend made love. where he thrusted into you, watching as his dick disappeared in your wet cunt. loving the way your ass felt when he connected with your body.

"love...you feel so..mgh..good." he put his weight on your back which glistened under the moonlight. pearls of sweat dripping down his forehead as he leaned to your ear. "i can feel how wet that honeypot of yours is."

he grinded into you and you moaned at the pleasure you were receiving. though, this was going on for about 10 minutes. its not as if you werent enjoying. your body just reacts differently. you take a long time to climax.

you hate lying to your poor baby, but you dont want him to feel like he isnt satisfying you. :(

counting the other times, this would be your third time if you were going to lie again. your trail of thoughts were lost when kazuha propped himself up, grabbing the flesh of your ass. it was his favorite thing to do.

"'m close...fuck.." he always sounded so hot when he cussed. he did one last thrust before he came inside. hot white lava painting your walls. pants were head from kazuha as he tried to catch up with his breath. stilling himself inside as he loved the feeling of your walls clamping down on him.

pulling out, he watches as his cum flows out of your cunt. loving the sight before he weighted himself on you again.

"did you cum?" he asks with a peck on the cheek. you groan, trying to seem believable.

"mhm...havent felt this in a while." you pecked his lips. trying to catch up with your breathing too.

kazuha can only chuckle and caress your hair. as his hands glides up and down on your sides. "say love... isnt this the third time youve lied hm?" he pinched your cheeks, a cried falls from your lips.

what he just said left you speechless. he..knew? "what-lied about what...?" you rubbed the part where it hurt. again, kazuha chuckled as he propped himself up with his arms, you felt something prod at the entrance of your cunt.

"wait kazu-ha!" you screamed out the last part as he shoved his cock in. this is time, he pistoled inside of you as he watches you become dumb. "s-shit kazu..!" you clawed the pillows and hugged them tightly.

this new pleasure unlocked was heavenly. he was hitting the gummy spots and it made your eyes roll back. you melted under him and he knew it. "if you wanted me to be rough, you could of said so darlin'"

moments before he brought you up to his lap as he held the back of your knees. there he jackhammered into your sopping cunt. "i can feel you in so..deep!" you moaned out.

his hand that was holding you trails down to your clit, stimulating it with circular motions, and it had you in bliss. nothing came out of your lips except for moans and incoherent babbles.

"dumb under my cock already love?" he continued to thrust. feeling himself close to climax as he feels your walls squeeze him.

"dont hold back. i can feel that youre close." his thrusts become sloppy but still was harsh. the sound of skin slapping skin never left the room as he continued pounding.

"gonna..cum!" you said before squirting out your juices on his cock. spraying on the sheets and pillows. possibly the best orgasm you had. shortly after-kazuha came inside, shooting his seed in you.

"now was that a good one hm?" he spoke out. but you could hardly breathe. falling onto kazus chest, you tried to catch up. but this new experience was just so much.

"seems i overdid it. ill grab some water and start the bath alright love?" the only response he got were huffs and he chuckled lightly before heading out the door. <3

hi im back. lol. been busy. but hope you enjoy this. was trying out a new theme. so hope it looks alright. ill try to get all of my asks soon, but feel free to request

[beansprean]

happy pride good job dean winchester for Doing It Scared

[hopefully this is the original maker of the shirt x]

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: Waist up drawing of Dean Winchester on a black background with crosshatched rings in the color of the bi flag. He is staring sternly past the viewer with a deep frown, pearl-handled colt pistol in his right hand pointing in the same direction. He is wearing a white tee shirt with a pair of rusty revolvers crossing over each other and the text "I ain't afraid to love a man; I ain't afraid to shoot one either." /end ID

[getodrools]

GOOD AFTERNOON LAVIII !! hwo are ya :3

i might js make an everyday appearance but HEAR ME OUT !! a year ago or so i made a lil joke saying i want toji to fuck me with his gun but like.. what if he actually did > 0 <

just wanted to share that :333 IM SO HUNGRYYY, im cravin pancakes but im pancakeless :( you could he sleeping so if you are i hope ur sleeping well and dreaming of super cute things :D : D TA TAAAA (that’s a fancy bye)

— pearl anon

໒꒰ྀ ྀིᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ omg gm, i was dreamin’ ! ♡ ‘n i’ve been well, which i hope you've been feeling the same too pearl ! <3 besides the no pancakes disruption ;( ( ! ! but i do hope this feeds ur cravings in some way ??! sob — chocolate pancakes ( >> ) or fruit-based ??

★ ┆ CONFESSIONS .ᐟ ───── TOJI FUSHIGURO ‧

⟣ WARNINGS ‧ MDNI | f! reader | pwp, dub con ( coercion ), gun / fear / and power play, interrogation, degrading, slight praising, squirting, choking / asphyxiation, humiliation, &’ dacryphilia. ᡣ 𐭩 | WC ‧ 1.1K + |

“Tell me where your brother is.” The silencer attached to the sauntering man's gun was cold – at first… The teasing against your ridden hood was no longer enough to set you straight – to spill out any more information he coveted for, solely wreaking a mess out of you; a spill of only silky cum ran down the table he interrogated you on, all shame flowed into a glistening puddle below…

Now the slim, steel barrel between the quaver of your thighs was scolding… “This’ll all end if you just open more than these pretty legs and tell me where my scared little target is. Alright?” And he jams it deep, no hesitation in plugging you up with a loaded gun to the hilt…

Slippery folds spread wide to make room ‘till the invading metal eases in – ramming through your cum-soaked embrace. It hilted in your steaming depths with shocking ease before dragging back with a slight roll; he'd twist at the handle to slide around — left and right, left and right like a q-tip swirling around.

Eyes squeezing tight, “Sir… Please, I told you–” You hiccup, “Told you… I don't know…” You didn't know him, or even knew your brother had a damn hitman chasing him down. Well, it’s a slight explanation as to why he abruptly vanished last week… but you still had no clue of the exact reason!

You didn't know anything!

But you do know, you couldn't risk your brother's life any further. Damnning family loyalty.

The scar lined down the broad man's lips wrinkled stiffly as he frowned, “Where did you see him last goddamnit.” You shake your head, almost a sob falling through feeble lips in response.

Still not good enough. He clicks his tongue.

“Sweetheart,” The mix of gentle words and a pistol shoved up your pussy was… odd, “Before he left, did you at least see him take a scroll?” Raspy voice drawing out slow for you, he tilts his head, “Think real hard f’me, ok?” You barely could muster up words! How in the world could you even remember a stupid piece of paper while a gun is lodged inside you?!

Oh fuck…

Your eyes fill with light, and so does the killers, believing you were about to spew out the truth, “Yeah, yeah, I know that look, tell me.” The only truth spewing out was your cunt reacting vividly to the twisting pole splitting through you.

Another, milky mess splatters at his grey pants and around his gun. Runny with a shimmer – damp and soiled, he soughed as you tremble embarrassingly along the tabletop… Cunt clenching around the working barrel, you cry out; the trepidation, adrenaline, and coerced pleasure from a — truthfully, a hunk of a man was all foreign, shaking a deep rattle in you.

Gasping ‘till the shady room fell silent…

The man's shaggy hair falls with his head, dropping it low with a sigh followed, “It’s just a simple yes or no. Use your words this time, honey.” Patience running eerily low.

Toji had a damn job to do. He was ranked highest in his field of work for a reason. He never cared to show mercy when it came to his money, and that's exactly what his consumers loved. Toji always got the job done one way or the other... Even if working his gun with lethal strokes inside your pussy ‘till you couldn't bare another rumbling high was undoubtedly a way… Anything to get what he needed to get what he wanted.

And before you could reason by catching your breath, your interrogator leans over your feeble body; a stiff leg booted between yours as the other crowded you in on the side. Hovering over you full flush, Toji fills his free hand with your throat, as if he was trying to stifle the very answers out of you.

“I’m giving you one more chance,” Those same words he's said a good handful of times rang through your ears, “Speak up.”

“… I–I…” But the firearm pulling and twisting around your insides was forcing your lips to clamor.

You haven't had room to properly suck in a fresh breath of air in the past three hours…

Verdant eyes scanning your face, so close, you could feel the flutter of his lashes tickle at the stained, wet cheeks that puff out. Welting in tears, you shiver, “I don't… I don't remember…—!” You hear the stiff pistol driving through your silken furrow cock back.

Oh fuck.

“Heh. You really don't now?” Burying all inches of glossy metal inside tight walls, then retracting and slamming down harder, Toji’s grip tightend too, “ ‘Cause I feel like you do. A little birdie told me you even helped him out, huh.” Fuck.

Cum churned with sappy liquids; dragging a translucent milky ring around his suppressor, nothing was going to impede his assignment.

All brisk motions left your gummy insides shivering potently and brain to slosh into a mushy pile… Toji kept at it ‘till you seemed fucked out of your mind. ‘Till you actually couldn't give him any more answers...

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[sad-eyeeess]

<3

[memories-of-ancients]

Ornate wheel-lock pistol decorated with stag horn, mother of pearl, and gold, French, circa 1580-1600

from The Metropolitan Museum of Art

[heres-someart]

These were my pieces for the @mcytblraufest ! Its a Zombie Apocalypse AU! @astronomeridian then wrote an amazing fic based on the piece!

IDs under cut!

ID One: A digital drawing of the Divorce Quartet. Cleo, a white human with curly ginger hair and an under cut, a light pink tanktop, a half zipped grey jacket which is falling off her shoulder, dark grey jeans, leather boots, bandages wrapped around her left hand, and a pistol in her right, is kneeling down and looking over a short wall. Next to here stands Scott, a white man with teal hair, a jean jacket, a grey tshirt, light wash jeans, grey sneakers, a red bandana tied around his upper arm, holding an axe, and a black eye. Next to him is Tilly, a white dog, howling with a pack on her collar. Next to her is Martyn, a white man with blonde hair with a white bandana, a beard, a green hoodie, light wash jeans, brown work boots, a leather pouch around his body, and holding a shotgun. One the ground next to him sits Pearl, a white woman with brown hair, a white tanktop, dark brown pants, red boots, a pack around her waist, a pack around her upper arm, a red dogtag necklace, a dog skull tattoo on her upper arm, and holding a wooden staff. All of them are covered in dirt and grime. End ID One ID Two: A video following the song Army Dreamers by Kate Bush. The first frame is the same drawing as above with the words "Four men in uniform to carry home my little soldier." The next frame is Scott holding a guitar in rockstar-esq clothes with the words "What could he do should've been a rockstar." The next frame is Scott crouched down in a corner with a red zombie hand reaching out towards him with the words "But he didn't have the money for a guitar." The next frame is Pearl as a mail carrier with the words "What could she do should've been a politician" The next frame is Pearl leaning against a door with red zombie hands reaching around it with the words "But she didnt have the proper education." The next frame is Martyn holding a baby with the words "What could he do should've been a father" The next frame is Martyn's hand reaching up surrounded by 3 red zombie hands with the words "But he never even made it to his 20s." The next frame is Cleo with her face deep in shadow which fades into a full image of her face, showing her decaying skin, with the words "What a waste army dreamers." End ID Two