#stache papi

[youngtomhardy]

Album cover + tracklist leak. Shh…

Shot by Isaac Luna. Edited by Euan. January.

[leafpapi]

hey i’m auston (papi) and i’m captain of the tortured leafs department. i’m known to have a great stache and i’ll rock a dangly earring from time to time.

guess how many tattoos I have @ dcubledares

[bibibi-tchx]

dom looked so offended when rey insulted his mustache😭

looked like he was ready to go call mami and tell on rey!!!

tbh anon i am NOT moustache truther it just feels so out of place

but you just know he stormed back into his daddy n papi, like “rey bein mean! he bein mean we gotta tell mami!” and hes begging someone to call her

ofc shes already lost it and is GIGGLING like mad bcus how angry but small dominik sounds

like an angry toddler just “abaha a stache ajajaj!!” or whatever babbles and the other two are losing their MINDS cus hes cute n angry

ty anon!!

[istadris]

♦️ for the character of your choice!

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Hmmm I'll go with Toadsworth on this one, on a headcanon that @elitadream and I joked about some time ago :

He's very proud of his majestic moustache, especially given how little Toads can grow one; he has started bonding with the Bros over their own luscious 'staches, and one of his arguments to approve Mario and Peach's relationship is that "a man who can maintain such a bountiful moustache is a keeper, I say!"

Mario once showed him pictures of some incredible 19th century moustaches and he's still in awe.

Also not exactly a quirk but in the French version of the games, Toadsworth is called "Papy Champi". (Papy = cute nickname for a grandpa, like "Pops"; Champi = shortening for Champignon/Mushroom)

Put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.  

[exlibrisfangirl]

Oopsies. I may have fallen head-first down the Mayans M.C. hole. 😬

[etherealbabycloud]

In honor of Cevans' 39th birthday, here's an appreciation post/thirst post???? bc dAMN PAPI🥵💦

i love arm.

i mean?!?!?@$!$ lOOK AT ARM. ARM!!!! im still having mixed feelings with his whole "pornstar stache" look but regardless, i'd deffo still tap that🔥

LOOK. AT. THOSE. BICEPS. and is that seat taken??? THIGHS. BICEPS. EVERYTHING in this photo looks so good im crying

JUICY.

girl im🥵💦

suddenly im 24weeks pregnant.

that vein poppin' out🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Anyway, Happy 39th to this hot dork!!!!!!!!! The B on his hat stands for 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 😌💙

Never ever change, cevans!!!! you deserve the whole world!

loveu

xx

[youngtomhardy]

LSD (2023) promo shot by Camila Noriega. Edited by Euan.

For as long as I can remember I feel like I’ve had to fight for everything in my life. When my parents outed me, I was verbally abused and eventually made to sleep in the garage. It wasn’t so bad, my dad had converted it into a makeshift studio right before. So there was carpet, insolation, etc. Still it was fucked up, I was only 15 at the time. I only had my bed, some books, and a lot of hurt. I ended up running away for weeks in order to show them I wouldn’t tolerate the mistreatment. It worked, but only because I fought.

Let’s go even farther back: I picked up music by ear in middle school, this is where I learned about my perfect pitch ability. I was quick to learn, dedicated, and honestly a natural born talent. For some reason though, the band teacher seemed to hate it. I understood his annoyance when I would only play the top line rather than my part. But what about later, when I learned to read music? He seemed to hold a grudge, always talking down to me. My friends would openly talk me up to the director in an effort to move me to 2nd or 1st chair. Still, he never budged. This attitude continued with future instructors all the way up until my senior of high school, where they seemed to finally appreciate me. I always checked myself to see if I was rude or cocky, thinking maybe a kind demeanor would win them over. Looking back, I had 0 confidence so that wasn’t it... I just did my best. At the end of my senior year I finally got 2 awards, one including a small scholarship that helped pay for my laptop. That went a long way and I’m grateful, but damn did I have to fight for any type of recognition in my youngest years.

Flash forward a few years, I’m trying to break into the industry as an artist. I have like 300 listeners and it’s starting to slowly grow after my collab with Steve Grand. I see a lot of small queer artists getting press on a VERY popular music publication — no, it’s like THE music publication. I decided to shoot my shot… BOOM. Sexually harassed by the head editor! From the very first message!!! Why am I surprised at this point? I decided to play along in hopes of getting a feature, because who wouldn’t? I was powerless. I remember he was trying to sext me while I was in Mexico visiting family. It was humiliating. I respectfully shot it down and the next day he suddenly, “didn’t have the bandwidth” to feature my upcoming single Fluids. Go figure. Luckily, a group of other very small artists that were being harassed came forward and made a big fuss in the press. I knew I had to make my voice heard, this was my only chance to put an end to it. Guess what? We did. Finally, once that editor was removed, I finally got my first ever major feature. Crazy how much went into that single moment, huh? Once again, I fought.

Now, I face an entirely new monster. An invisible one that is literally programmed to be biased. As much as everyone wants to deny it, it’s true. TikTok. The beast that every artist — small to big — is enslaved by until further notice. Now let me say, I truly am thankful for the growth that the app allows. I’ve never had such easy access to an entire audience. That being said, and i know this sounds dramatic, but it’s just 100% true… we’re in hell. This app is relentless. The pressure to blow up is insane. The pressure to then maintain it once you do blow up is insane. The low attention spans. The coming and going of big name labels. And when you don’t blow up, when you don’t get an offer, when views suddenly plummet… you spiral and think, “what’s wrong with me? what aren’t I doing right? aren’t I interesting enough?”

Directly after that spiral, you go to an influencer party or a label mixer where you meet a kid just like you. Perfect pitch, musical savant, a natural born talent. Just. Like. You. Except they come from a family that loves who they are & nurtures their talent. They get found by Justin Fucking Bieber, just by chance! They get an A-List songwriter as their mentor. They date an A-List teen celeb. Everything lined up for them from day fucking 1. So they’re cocky, arrogant, a little snobby, but overall pretty kind when you’re around. You don’t even have room to be jealous. It’s more like, this deep sadness knowing what could’ve been. It’s toxic thinking so I try not to let my mind go there.

Instead, I try to be okay with knowing my story is different — long, winding, sometimes painful, but always beautiful. I won’t stop fighting until I get what I deserve. Not now, not ever.

- Disco Dad

[radioactive-butterfly]

Ver "2Pac, Biggie - Narcos (Plata o Plomo) ft. Eminem, 50 Cent, DMX, Eazy E, Ice Cube, Dr Dre, Snoop Dogg" en YouTube

いびりすpt2

*10 chord accord, 4 alternances, banjo/strings, reduced to .3 :;,"

Uh uh uh

where's my cash don? oh

(Some mf gotta die!)

uh uh uh

where's ya dough now? Oh

(dont make me murder u nigga)

where's ya cash now? Oh

(cuz mfs gotta die!)

uh uh, where's ya dough now hoe?

(U'huh)

where's our cash now, do'?

(An evil mf, uh uh uh)

tell me plee-

(cuz somebodys gotta die!)

where's my cash don? No!

(ups)

[cuz somebodys gotta die!]

[uh uh uh there's my cash hoe go]

(an evil mf, uh uh)

ya booty so fat, yay whadda dyay

Ya phony down so, ya guards are nay nay

belly growing uh

where's ya laughing at, uh

eating dough and, uh

slitting poems now, aye? uh

to the right of hall, uh

two mad white niggas uh

coming for ya, uh

(where's my cash whore uh)

[an evil mf gotta]

[where's my cash don? No!]

aha

two straight bitches, no pun no kisses, coming up from behind the stitches, we can't breathe it, assuming they knew some snitches, stuffing riches, carbonizing the flame for switches, cuz i

[where's ya cash don't, NO]

(cuz somebodys gotta die!!)

uh, uh, uh

where's ya dope now, oh

(an evil mf passed out, uh)

yay, bootys licked up, shining brand uh

stashes mous-

tafar,

mad green alibaba

red skinned araba'

ex-muslim now graveyard,

weighting his symbols,

too bad his pappa did know

(Uh uh where's my cash now hoe?)

[an evil mf stroking the 'stache]

[uh uh uh there's a moustache wow]

(an evil mf, fo sho)

[uh uh uh where's that FOMO now]

(An evil mf gotta die!]

(uh uh uh where's my cash my dope?)

[I ain't going down unless 30 mfs die!]

[uh uh uh where's ya cash now don?]

sneeze,

malicious niggas, absurdity peep'a

flattery escondida, nunca male, so" bandida (uh-uh)

cuanta vale la perfida,

y su caça ya tranquila,

sino con culo, sin culo

mi hambre no se aplaca, so

[an evil motherf*******]

[where's my cash Don, go]

[ready to die! i need to feed my-**]

aha, so,

they attempted to US, transmitted to, +

orléans and such

piñata su cuz

terrifying them pus'

stroking down her joints oh wee

de cuatro porfa papi uw

wee cuán fidelis chikita yee

biting my trash out,

slitting them, pass out,

backstabbing niggas ow, ow,

todo por más ploma, ow

two niggas so mad, do'

paasion driven now dead, oh

who feeding on them now, lo'

ain't stitching that hurt, oh?

ya heard the DJ, meemow

entering your ear-

plugs, hah

with anti-

do'

and poison, uh

offering both cash and [ups]

a couple of

pockets now, yay

1mo dead nigga now, uh-uh

shocking to see the stroking gray

was that once what they call it

black?

[foreverafeveryoucantsweatout]

WORST @drakestrapqueen

[bibibi-tchx]

okay to add onto dom calling mami to tell on rey, i can so see the angry babie just going OFF in angry babbles when they finally call rhea!

just absolutely baffled someone would say such things to him after he worked so hard to grow his stache

OH HE IS BABBLING UTTER WORDS OF PURE CONTEMPT

he is screaming all the "babas" and the gurgles, and the random bouts of words that actually come out perfectly down the phone

damians probably rocking him in his arms, bouncing dominik as they walk around the locker room with finn trailing so very closely behind with the phone so that rhea could hear the utterly angry toddler that is dominik mysterio

"an' then he did that an' mami it mean! so so so mean! we gotta get papi an' daddy to tell him no!" because the worst situation dom's gone through since he joined tjd is one of them telling him no, and well that just cannot go on- being told no is the utmost crime, and therefore dame n finn have to tell rey no!

rhea meanwhile is trying hard not to let her laughter be heard with tears an all, but shes still being sympathetic to dom, doing her best to cajole the angry tot

ty anon <3

[exaltedchimera]

7 selfies of 2017!

I was tagged by @aplomo and @da-victoes

I’m tagging @tizightdude @didyoudrinkmygingerale @daviturbo @latenightgaymer @tamale-papi @sailor-horchata @dare101 @the-green-stache @aerisol @noname760 @niyography @g-spotgundam @charizardon @doritoduran @ if y'all would like.

[picturepowderinabottle]

His stache literally makes him omg. In bloodsucking bastards back in 2015 he didn't have facial hair either yet he looked amazing however now (I can't be the only one who's noticed) he's put on a little weight and it shows on his face yet he looked amazing with his messy beard and moustache but now IT'S NOT THE SAME papi por favor bring it back you look like a regular dad

‘You look like a regular dad’ well put tbh 😝

I mean maybe he’ll do some training now, as he’s about to play a villain (don’t mark my words, i believe i read it somewhere but i might be wrong) again, and we know what kind of movie The Equalizer is so…

But from the positive side - imagine what kind of joy we will all feel when he starts to grow the stache back 💕

[fergalizzy]

just wanted to show yall this discovery I made cuz I honestly think everyone needs some clean-shaven Chris in their lives

[youngtomhardy]

Me on film by Cin Lona in Los Angeles, CA.

I haven’t had a place where I can endlessly type out thoughts for awhile… I wanna tell you what’s really been going on behind the scenes with my career. The highs, lows and everything in between. If you followed me here, you’re a true medranhoe. These might be long, but I hope you find these interesting. <3 Here’s my story so far…

After releasing Fluids & going viral on twitter a few times, I was found by a team parented by Epic Records in 2020. In hindsight, it’s better that I never officially signed. We had our first meeting on March 15, 2020, can you believe? The next day, the world shut down and I didn’t hear from them for months. They had just spent a shit ton of money on lunch with me where they told me they were gonna put me on tour as an opener, promised me Rock in Rio within the first 2 years of working, and a huge deal with the parent company. I was devastated when the lockdowns started, but I understood. We were all scared.

Eventually we got to talking again and tried to work during the pandemic. The music industry collapsed and TikTok became the way to break artists. So they encouraged me to get on there & start making content. Then they linked me up with a personal trainer. Took care of the costs, put it onto my development budget. In between, they’d whisk me away to estates in Palm Springs, 5 star hotels in Venice, insanely expensive dinners in LA’s art district. It was a dream come true, it was too good to be true. I predicted this would happen in my teen years. I feel like I’ve already seen my life happen, but that’s for another post.

From there, I wrote a radio top 40 single with AJ, got my first sync deals, got Fluids in front of Mike Dean and a couple other huge name producers (they all love the song by the way) and started working on my album with my co-producer Dan. He’s gone on to work with BTS and Noah Cyrus which is fucking amazing & honestly will be a great little quip for press when my album drops. A win is a win. The songs are great, we worked on 5 songs together for the record.

Slowly but surely, things looked less and less promising with the team. Texts and calls got less frequent, my personal training sessions were cancelled. I knew what was happening. Another part of my story I’d already foreseen. Even through all of this, they remained so kind & supportive, for which I’m grateful. Regardless, I could feel them pulling away and that hurt.

In spite of going viral on tiktok over and over again, my streams and listeners rapidly rising, the deal never happened. It hurt so fucking bad. I cried and screamed and raged and ranted to anyone who would listen. I’m still not fully over it, but I have a little more clarity & peace now. It wasn’t my fault & I know this is common in the industry, but I guess I was just really hoping to bypass that part of the story. I’ve always been an impatient fuck.

So I picked myself up like always do and said fine, I’ll drop this album myself. Started the rollout and the music got attention from bigger names. All. By. Myself. Personal Heaven dropped and it got to Slayyyter. She told me she loved the song, wanted a session with me, and we became friends. She’s the first pop star in the industry that went out of her way to be kind & work with me. I’ve always admired her so much, I really hope one of the songs we worked on (or will work on) comes out one day. I’m seriously so grateful for her friendship.

Then I started working with Funk LeBlanc and we made a song that was an instant success with fans. ‘Do Your Thing, Babe!’ went viral 5 times all in different scales. The lowest viewed tiktok had 60k, the highest almost half a million. Labels got into my email again, ranging from EMI (they ghosted me after 1 email — why i’ll never know — but that one hurt) to smaller indie efforts. A new team reached out to me, this time with ties to Columbia. A dream label of mine. I’m still working with the imprint label now, but things are a little more low key. No promises of deals, no expensive dinners, no parties, just little meetings here and there — a friendship almost. I don’t know if this is better or not, but it feels good and genuine. They love the music, the image, and I really am so thankful to my first team for helping me curate that side of myself.

So now, I spend my days going to sessions, doing quick jobs for extra cash, playing with my puppy, and working out. Kim Petras recently followed me and I don’t really know why but I love her & hope it’s for my music. I’m hoping to get into sessions with her one day too, maybe a collab? Hopefully. I just gotta really make my mark. I may not be where I want to, but my god am I further along than where I was. My project is finally out in January. My heart once broken is finally healing. For the first time in a long time, the future looks bright and I’m happy.

- Disco Dad.