#the lyrics are from bigmouth strikes again by the smiths

[beastswinethief]

Hey i forgot to post these silly me. I’m going to be found dead in an alleyway soon

[tapeworm-loser]

Growing up, Joan of Ark was always my favourite saint. Which, now makes a lot of sense

[skitskatdacat63]

i for one am very interested in any other smiths songs you've associated with f1 drivers 👀

Oh god thank you for asking...sorry this took so long! I'll list the songs, but as with most things, I had to deliberate, so under the cut is my horrifically long explanations if you're curious!!

Obligatory: "The Boy With The Thorn in His Side"(x) - Strollonso

"You've Got Everything Now"(x) - Martian from Mark's POV

"These Things Take Time"(x) - Brocedes or Martian from Nico/Mark's POV

"Handsome Devil"(x) - drivers in fireproofs

"What Difference Does It Make"(x) - Martian from Seb's POV

"Back To The Old House"(x) - Mark's relationship with RBR and Seb

"Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want"(x) - Mark

"Sweet and Tender Hooligan"(x) - Max

You Just Haven't Earned It Yet, Baby"(x) - Jenson, Mark & Nico

"Bigmouth Strikes Again"(x) - Martian from Mark's POV

Honorary mention: "The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get"(x) - Martian from Seb's POV

So as with all things, I needed to be comprehensive and overly detailed with this. Ill try and hold back from doing too much full song analysis, but I'll quote lyrics and explain why I associate what with who! Tbh I mostly just associate Smiths songs with Martian because I think their music is often really good at capturing the bitterness of a relationship falling apart or love so intense that it's violent, both which I think are very Martian

"You've Got Everything Now" - Martian

To me this is my de facto Martian song, I think about it constantly, I'll probably make a post with it sometime. It's just such a bitter song that's to me about a relationship falling apart. I view it from Mark's perspective.

"As merry as the days were long//I was right and you were wrong." Very petty, very bitter!!

"But you've got everything now//you've got everything now//and what a terrible mess I've made of my life." 2013 vibes, him being fed up with it all, particularly with Seb winning everything.

"You are your mother's only son//and you're a desperate one" Haha think of Christian as the mother in this situation. Golden boy vibes! Seb's utter desperation to win!

"A friendship sadly lost?//Well this is true...and yet it's false, oh//But did I ever tell you, by the way?//I never did like your face" Again that resentment and bitterness that made him act petty and childish

"I just want to be tied...oh ...to the back of your car" yayyyyy racing, why can't it be me in your position, in your car, etc etc

"These Things Take Time" - Brocedes or Martian

I used to think of this as only a Martian song but now it kinda makes me think of Brocedes. (To me)It's very much about one person in a friendship/relationship getting more successful and leaving the other behind.

"Mine eyes have seen the glory of the sacred Wunderkind" Seb! Golden Boy! Lewis! Rookie of the Century!

"But I can't believe you'd ever care//and this is why you will never care//But these things take time//And I know I'm the most inept that ever stepped" Like, you're so above it all that you couldn't care for little old me. Just the feeling of inferiority

"But you know where you came from//You know where you're going//And you know where you belong" Mark/Nico feeling sometimes as odds with their teams as they felt their teammate was the clear favorite who was getting preferential treatment

"Oh the alcoholic afternoons//When we sat in your room//They meant more to me than any living thing on earth//They had more worth//Than any living thing on earth" Okay this is the verse that made me think of Brocedes. Their karting years and how much time they spent with each other.

"Vivid and in your prime//You will leave me behind//you will leave me behind" THE THESIS!!!! THIS LYRIC HAUNTS ME ON THE DAILY!! IT IS MY MARTIAN THESIS!!!

"Handsome Devil"

Okay so this song is just kinda jokey and surprisingly horny for The Smiths, but its where my brain goes every time I see drivers in fireproofs...especially Seb...it's pretty self explanatory if you listen to it

"You handsome devil//oh, you handsome devil." As I said: self explanatory

"Let me get my hands//On your mammary glands." HAHAHAHA these lyrics still make me laugh, so horny

"What Difference Does It Make?" - Martian

It reminds me of this one Martian fic(x) Again, a relationship deteriorating. How Seb's utter commitment and devotion to winning at all costs caused conflict between them and ultimately led to their relationship falling apart. Mark thinking he'd be seen as the Number One due to his seniority, and then being faced with Seb's no holds barred racing! I guess it's kind've how Mark never seemed to be capable of being as happy for Seb winning as Seb was for Mark. They're both at fault for the same reasons though tbh. But from Seb's perspective this time

"For we have been through hell and high tide//I think I can rely on you//And yet you start to recoil//Heavy words are so lightly thrown//But still I'd leap in front of a bullet for you" Teammates :( They keep fighting but can't stay mad at each other forever

"So what difference does it make?//It makes none//But now you have gone//And you must be looking very old tonight." Like, why are you being such a baby, why does this have to change our relationship off the track too, why can't you just accept this about me, don't you know I need to win?

"Well I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh." This can be both. Even if they had bad moments, they always seemed to be able to at least partially reconcile

"Back to The Old House" - Mark & Martian

Goddddd this song is just Mark's relationship with RBR, and particularly in its relation to Seb, and how he felt post-retirement. Like I can't even really pick lyrics because the whole entire song fits so well! I would love to make a web weave with this

"I would rather not go//Back to the old house//I would rather not go//Back to the old house//There's too many bad memories//Too many memories there" Mark's relationship with RBR in terms immediate post-retirement. How it got toxic by the end. The "old house" is so RBR coded for any ex-Red Bull driver tbh

"When you cycled by//Here began all my dreams//The saddest thing I've ever seen//And you never knew//How much I really liked you//Because I never even told you//Oh, and I meant to//Are you still there or have you moved away?//Or have you moved away?" Again, being teammates made their relationship toxic, and they work much better together as people outside of that! Seb thinking Mark hates him :( And then "have you moved away?" HE MOVED AWAY FROM THE OLD HOUSE, HE MOVED TO FERRARI

"Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want" - Mark

This song makes me think of how arduous his career was, especially with how all those records that Hulk has now, were at one point his. Especially after watching the 2009 British GP, just that palpable relief of finally getting his first win. And then also 2010 WDC vibes, finally properly being involved in the fight. Please just let him get what he wants, this time! I dont need to analyze the lyrics for this, just listen to it and tell me it doesn't remind you of Mark!!

"Sweet and and Tender Hooligan" - Max

Hahaha this song reminds me of his first couple seasons and just the whole "Mad Max" thing. And just how RBR, particularly Christian, have to defend their boy!! Their sweet and tender hooligan!! I think I could make a web weave of this one as well haha, just with how other drivers, like Nico, talked about how much a menace he was.

"He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan//He said he'd never, never do it again//And of course he won't, oh, not until the next time" LITERALLY HIM!! Like with his insane overtakes and aggressive driving

"Poor old man, he had an accident with a three-bar fire//But that's okay, because he wasn't very happy anyways." Makes me think of my fav Max radio, when he overtakes Kimi and says "See you fucking later, son" The utter gall!! What a hooligan!!

"Jury, you've heard every word, so before you decide//Would you look into those "Mother Me" eyes?//I love you for you, my love, you, my love." Mother Hen Christian defending his teenage menace

"You Just Haven't Earned It Yet, Baby" - Jenson, Nico & Mark

Tbh fits any driver who had a long career and struggled for so long to get that first win/WDC. I would love to make a post with this song!!!

"If you're wondering why//All the love that you long for eludes you//And people are rude and cruel to you" Toxic fans and pundits you know :( like everyone saying they won't make it in F1 and that they'll never win, etc

You just haven't earned it yet, baby//You just haven't earned it, son//You just haven't earned it yet, baby//You must suffer and cry for a longer time//You just haven't earned it yet, baby//And I'm telling you now" THE THESIS OF F1 HONESTLY LIKE PLEASEEEE

"Today I am remembering the time//When they pulled me back//And held me down//And looked me in the eyes and said//You just haven't earned it yet, baby//You just haven't earned it, my son" Team principals I guess, it reminds me of Flavio hating Jense and calling him a useless playboy who'd never make it

"Bigmouth Strikes Again" - Martian

Foot? In mouth. This is one of the songs I was thinking of when I said love so intense that it feels violent. I am so obsessed with the opening verse, I love the whole song but that first verse....:

"Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking//When I said I'd like to smash every tooth//In your head//Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking//When I said by rights you should be//Bludgeoned in your bed." Normal comments one makes to their little twink bastard teammate

"The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get" - Martian

Not Smiths, but Smiths adjacent. I'm trying to make a Martian playlist and this was the first song so I felt like I had to include it. It just reminds me of any of those posts about twink menace Seb ruining Mark's life LOL, just a very bratty and pushy song, I think it fits RBR Seb's somewhat Stockholm relationship with Mark

"The more you ignore me//The closer I get//You're wasting your time." You're not getting rid of me as your teammate no matter what hehehe, you're stuck with me!

"I am now//A central part//Of your mind's landscape//Whether you care//Or do not//Yeah, I've made up your mind" This lyric makes me laugh every time, the "Ive made up your mind", it always gets me. That's so pushy bratty Seb, like, yes I will get my way whether you like it or not

"I will creep//Into your thoughts//Like a bad debt//That you can't pay//Take the easy way//And give in." Absolutely canon that Seb lived in Mark's thoughts rent free, he took up proper residence!! Anyways this whole song fits, it's so cheeky!! And a little unhinged....

[n3g5nx]

Negan x Reader drabble/oneshot

Bigmouth Strikes Again (The Smiths)

lyric based fic

/ suggestive at times but not smut, takes place mostly during the line-up, first person "I/me", gender ambiguous

The air was thick with tension and primal fear. Everyone sat as quiet as possible, knees dug into the dirt, as a man with a baseball bat, Negan, sauntered down the line. Time seemed to stand still when he stopped in front of me, his tall form looming inches away. I was frozen, heartbeat accelerating as a tight lump formed in my throat. Was this the end?

"Well, damn, aren't you an unexpected treat?" He drawled, slinging the bat over his shoulder. "Shame we have to meet under these circumstances because, shit, you are hot."

My face contorts in disgust, nose wrinkling at the blunt flirtation. Sure, he may be attractive, but this man was a goddamn freak. "I'll smash every tooth in your head." I spat out despite the fear.

Negan chuckled, the amused sound echoing through the intense atmosphere. "I like this one, Rick. Can I keep 'em?" His grin spread as he casually addressed the groups leader. "Like a trade for all my men you killed. Maybe I won't have to kill any of you."

Rick looked terrified, sitting in silence with his mouth slightly ajar. The nature of the situation was surreal, the fate of my life suddenly dangling by a thread. Would he kill me if I didn't go with him? If not me, then who? I gulped hard, considering his words carefully.

"I'll go with you." I finally said in a rush, receiving worried glances from the rest of the group. "If you don't kill any of them. Please." My voice was trembling now, but I stayed determined as I met his cold gaze.

Negan started pacing around the line-up, training his index and his tumble down his jawline like he was thinking. "Or," he started after a moment, "I do both."

A chill ran down my spine, fear and rage welling up inside me. "Fuck you."

"Is that an invitation?" He smirked, looking back at me with raised eyebrows and a lecherous tone that made my stomach churn.

I inhaled sharply, trying to come up with something as Negan approached me again, using the end up his bat to tilt my head up. I was acutely aware of how dangerously close the barbed wire was to my face as I looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Yes. It is." I finally say, my voice as calm as I can manage, "but only if no one dies."

Negan's expression shifted, a fire lit in his dark eyes. Slinging the bat over his shoulder, he crouched down and grabbed my face with his one gloved hand. I kept steady, looking intently into his eyes with a steeled expression. Whatever I had to do, as long as my friends were okay, it would be worth it. Anything.

"Shit, sweetheart, you drive a hard fucking bargain." He practically purred, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip as he pondered my words.

He glanced at the others, all of them with their heads hung low and eyes glued to the ground. I could feel every droplet of sweat on the back of my neck, my hair sticking tightly to my skin. After what felt like an eternity, Negan dropped my face and stood up.

His lips curled into a sinister grin as he clasped his hands together. "Alright, you've got yourself a deal." He declared with a jovial voice, keeping his burning gaze on me. "But anyone acts up, you act up, and someone's going to die. Got it?"

I nodded quickly, the horror of the situation settling down on me like a pit in my stomach. I was effectively selling myself out to the sicko who's threatening me and everyone I care about.

"By all rights," I mumbled to myself, shifting my gaze to the ground, "You should be bludgeoned in your bed."

Negan chuckled, seemingly hearing my quip. "You are so damn feisty. I like it."

I don't know how long it took, but something inside of me was actually drawn to Negan. I felt a twinge of shame as I lay in his silken bed, head resting against his bare chest as he gripped my shoulder possessively. I could feel each rise and fall of his chest, the rhythm slowly lulling me into a state somewhere between sleep.

"So, sweetness, you still plan on smashing my teeth in?" He said in a low, husky voice.

"Sweetness," I mirrored back at him with a sarcastic smirk, "I was only joking."

[numetalpuppygirl]

what i'm listening to 3/2024

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Limp Bizkit - Pollution: got this played on my local radio station bc i got connections

DC Talk - Jesus Freak: i have become OBSESSED with this christian rap rock (kind of) band. couldn't explain it very well myself but i think they're really fun and super silly. i've been listening to this particular song for quite some time now but it's only recently that my full obsession has developed and i've been getting other people roped into it too..... i'm just spreading the good word 😁

Whitechapel - The Saw Is the Law: had this one stuck in my head something FIERCE these past few weeks. just that crusher chorus line is so fucking good, I never was a huge whitechapel fan but they go hard when the mood is right. played it at work and everything

The Smiths - Bigmouth Strikes Again: cumming all over myself i love the riff and the melodies and there are some real good lines despite very few lyrics overall... admittedly that squeaky chipmunk harmony is pretty goofy but when the rest of it is so good who even care.

Faith No More - Midlife Crisis: i like this one more and more every time i hear it. a friend of mine introduced me to this and it's been stuck in my head relentlessly ever since. also definitely goofy as fuck but i love the kinda hardcore-type vocals mike patton throws into the verses, especially in the live version and the big swelling bridge. a song like this makes me get why people talk about faith no more as "proto-nu metal" or whatever..... fred durst would do some shit like this <3 also got this played on the radio station

Butthole Surfers - Cough Syrup: i don't like this band as much as i wish i did, though i've certainly got plenty more listening to do. def some stupid lyrics here bc it's the butthole surfers but i actually really really like "i can't talk so i guess i got nothing to say." something about that one

Third Eye Blind - Jumper: it's back! i think i've expended all the words i have about this already but man what a good little pop song

Breaking Benjamin - Skin: great example of how enjoying breaking benjamin is more about hearing the loud guitars and the unique syllabic experience of ben's weird as hell enunciation than it is about anything original or lyrical. what the hell is this song about i don't know. but it bangeth mightily. this also stands to represent that i and mine have been listening to a fuckton of bb lately

Elliott Smith - Cupids Trick: a dear friend of mine has put me on that elliott smith shit fairly recently and i think this is my fav from either/or... the riff so good and it's catchy and has a really dark punchy sound compared to the rest of the record (which is also real good! but just different)

Gorillaz - Cracker Island: heard this on the radio a ways back and instantly came all over myself and said "omg who is this is this the new sound of the summer????" and then looked it up and saw that it was a band i already know that's been around for decades ^_^ but it's just a banger and they found one good hook and punched it up to 11!!

Kittie - Eyes Wide Open: KITTIE BACK???? and with a rager O_O <me when my eyes are wide open. lol. not much further commentary here i'm just excited for the new record and i hope it's good and not bad

Enon - Window Display: my experience continues of getting into this band at the pace of a tortoise or perhaps a snail. p sure this is like the biggest song from them and. it good! they just have a tastey sound and i like the vocalist's delivery

Lamb Of God - Redneck: been on some metalcore shit too and like groove metal and shit and it hardly gets better than lamb of god. i feel like i haven't often properly appreciated them but what a consistently banger band. and this one just has some cool catchy parts that have been in my head since like high school. JUST! ONE! TIME!!!!!

Insane Clown Posse - Halls Of Illusions: my friends and i have been indulging in what we're calling "fucked up friday" which sometimes includes icp as a soundtrack. still want to listen to the full album with people at some point. but anyway i never took too too much notice of this track until a friend put it on and i realized how good it is. and frankly kind of saw-coded w it

Drowning Pool - Tear Away: kind of not great but the chorus glued itself to me. sort of the death toll of nu metal giving in to the way of the post-grunge ballad but man this vocalist was damn solid!

Victoria Monét - On My Mama: proof that i haven't completely exited the pop listening sphere. i still got todd. go watch the top ten of 2023 for a review

Rai Panesar - I Don't Give a Shet (IDGAS): okay this is a stupid joke song. i think. but i like to imagine it's sincere. like i like to imagine the dude that made this thought it was actually pretty cool and had fun making it. i'm scared to find anything else out about him bc it might ruin this hope that i have

Theory of a Deadman - Rx (Medicate): SUCKS. but kind of fascinating. how the fuck did theory have a hit in like 2017 or whenever this came out. by making a hip hop country rock song about doing drugs. oh okay

The Revivalists - Wish I Knew You: adding this alongside cigarette daydream in the canon of "indie band has relentlessly catchy pop hit that i listen to a bunch and attach memories to but actually think kind of sucks ass." i heard this in a restaurant a while back and went omg it's crazy by gnarls barkley i love crazy by gnarls barkley despite not really having very strong feelings about crazy by gnarls barkley but well these are the things we think to ourselves. so i kept waiting for the part where he goes does that make me craaaaazayyyyyy.... but it never came!!!! every chorus would just end on nothing and then move on to the next verse. i got edged by this song until almost the very end where i finally figured out what song it actually was and then got that stuck in my head but i'm still bitter! motherfucker! and also i don't like their band name. what exactly are you reviving 🤨

[acreaturecalledgreed]

For the music asks! 11, 23, 27, 30

11:A song that you never get tired of

honestly a lot of classical and neo-classical stuff, but in general any song that scratches the Brain Itch juuuuust right i can listen to on looop for a good long while

most recent is She Doesnt Sleep

it has Jinx Vibes

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to

please listen to Son Lux's Lanterns from beginning to end yes i know its a whole album but like just space out and listen

27:A song that breaks your heart

there are songs that make my chest hurt so much i could vomit my emotions but they tend to change often

honestly most recently its She Doesn't Sleep but that was shared to me just last night so like its just the most recent of many

i get dumb emotional about music and even then sometimes just the vibes and not even the lyrics so like ill get weepy over random shit

30:A song that reminds you of yourself

Evil Friends by Portugal. The Man and Bigmouth Strikes Again by The Smiths

apologies for how long i took to answer i just kind of forget about things sometimes even when i really wanna do them

[gerogerigaogaigar]

The Cure - Disintegration

Drawn out loving emotional splendor exudes from every pore of The Cure's undeniable magnum opus. Still gothic in its own way, but now with a sheen of glittery passion as Robert Smith write dramatic long love aong after dramatic longing love song. Nothing is done in brief, every song plays out its every melodic and harmonic idea for minutes before the lyrics even start. Lush, angelic, longing, desperation, love, sadness, bombastic, it blends into an all encompassing haze. Nine minute songs will go by in a rush and you will find your hour spent quicker than is reasonable. You will drown in this album.

Kendrick Lamar - good kid, m.A.A.d. city

A short film by Kendrick Lamar. Thats what the album cover says and that's most certainly what we get. An autobiographical concept album about Kendrick's life growing up in Compton. Kendrick Lamar takes us through his trials as a teen dealing with drugs and gang violence, his aspirations as an artist, the struggle to survive, and the knowledge that everything he does could easily be the last thing he ever did. Not only does Kendrick thread the needle really well when it comes to bringing all this together in a cohesive engaging way, but he also has a one of a kind voice. His rasp is iconic nowadays and his flow is so casual that it feels like he isnt even trying. But watch out, try to sing along and you'll realize that he actually has an incredible ear for the beat that allows him to play around it in ways that are very hard to mimic.

The Strokes - Is This It

Is This It is one of those overlooked turning points in musical history. It may seem like a perfectly normal alt rock album to the modern listener, but it was the first of its breed. The entire zeitgeist of 00's post punk revival starts here. Without Is This It there is no Killers, Franz Ferdinand, Silversun Pickups, Vines, Black Keys, Arctic Monkeys, Vampire Weekend, Interpol, Fratellis, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Hives, Shins, and about a million other bands who were very specifically copying the sound of this album. Now i do think the historical value of Is This It might be a little higher than the artistic value. Its a nice garagey album, lots of jangle and a couple of really catchy songs, but I think it was honestly topped by many of its imitators. This album is like Seinfeld, everyone copied it so well that it no longer scans as unique.

The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead

I'm a dramatic bitch. This is a dramatic bitch album. There are not a lot of albums that I have finished and then immediately started over again. The first two Smiths albums are dramatic and delightful, but they are 100% sincere. The Queen Is Dead brings a bitter irony into the mix. Morrissey is practically mocking his fans. I Know It's Over, Never Had No One Ever, and There Is A Light That Never Goes Out are so melodramatic that they feel satirical. Meanwhile Cemetry Gates, Bigmouth Strikes Again, and Frankly, Mr. Shankly are just humorous takedowns of people that just annoy Morrissey. This is music for listening to by candlelight while you lay on your chaise longue and pretend to have the consumption. Top ten album material.

Elton John - Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

This is a good album, but its extremely bloated. It's often held up as Elton John's best work, and i would agree if you cut out most of the middle. In fact Jamaica Jerk-Off should instantly disqualify this album from being considered one of the best. Admittedly side one is actually some of Elton John's best work, starting with the eleven minute prog epic Funeral For A Friend/Love Lies Bleeding and continuing with three of his best hits in a row. I think of you trimmed about fifteen minutes of fat off this bad boy until you had a solid 60 minute album it would be really improved

Janet Jackson - Control

Not gonna lie, they definitely put Janet's albums on here in reverse order. Obviously they are all deserving of a spot but i just think Rhythm Nation>The Velvet Rope>Control. Minor placement gripe aside, Control is Jackson's first masterpiece. She establishes the album's theme succinctly: control. Every song really is about a woman establishing some sort of dominance over her life, often men. It established a precedent for female pop and R&B artists to present more forward and dominant personalities in their music and in their piblic persona. The fusion of pop, R&B, and synths, while not actually a new idea, was a perfect blueprint for her sound.

Joni Mitchell - Court And Spark

Here we see the beginning of it all. The first album where Joni Mitchell would start experimenting with jazz. It's clear that her folksy rambling vocal style was already perfect for some jazzier numbers. Mitchell is just a natural artist and everything she does is golden. It has been hard to review her every time because I simply don't have the time or energy to dissect the poetry of her lyrics and how it all ties together. You just gotta listen. I think that if you want to get into Joni Mitchell this is the only logical starting point. It has the artistic depth of her late work while still having a few songs that you can actually hum.

Lou Reed - Transformer

Yet another punk rock progenitor. The fuzzy garage rock of his Velvet Underground days is now mixed with a deliberately Bowie-esque glam. The result is a series of New York City street fables about drug dealers, hookers, and queers. Its more stripped down, more real than Reed's previous work. It shows off NYC the way a Bakshi film would, lovingly with warts and all.

Fiona Apple - When the Pawn Hits the Conflicts He Thinks Like a King What He Knows Throws the Blows When He Goes to the Fight and He'll Win the Whole Thing 'Fore He Enters the Ring There's No Body to Batter When Your Mind Is Your Might So When You Go Solo, You Hold Your Own Hand and Remember That Depth Is the Greatest of Heights and If You Know Where You Stand, Then You Know Where to Land and If You Fall It Won't Matter, Cuz You'll Know That You're Right

Yes that is the album title. Where Fiona Apple's debut is youthfully melodramatic the follow up is a more mature album. She is much more capable of being genuinely sad but also gleefully mean. And her voice is slightly huskier, fuller at times. Apple is clearly not entirely in a great place on When The Pawn, but she is really mining that bad place for everything its worth.

[multiverseofimagines]

hi!! could i please have a male and female stranger things ship?

i’m a plus size bisexual girl, 5’3 with medium length shaggy blonde hair and blue/grey eyes. I'm very artsy and really really into music and I would describe my style as punk/90's grunge. I try my best to come off as a confident person but I do get flustered and shy rather easily, I am the designated badass mum friend though. I am a pisces and an INFP. Thank you sm ❤️

I ship you with

Eddie Munson

Oh my god just imagine him smiling at you like that 😭 I’m fucking dead, deceased, gone.

I think you two just would vibe really well. He would confide in you often about his issues with his father, and his family in general.

You’re always there to take care of him, and make sure he’s okay.

You guys are both weirdly, lone wolves? You guys like to wander and be free, this sense of like, wanting open road and just living you know? You spend your time in the woods or at reefer ricks, getting stoned, deep talks.

You guys are literal soulmates, like it feels destined to be. Complete twin flames.

He has a ceremony with the hellfire club to make you an honorary member for life, they make you your own tshirt and everything.

He’s terrified of losing you. Would definitely sacrifice himself for you, because the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt + you make him brave, his love for you is hella inspirational.

He gives you his guitar pick necklace 😭 so you have a piece of him wherever you go.

When he distracts the bats, you jump into the gate instead of dustin and run after him. You find him fighting for his life before death settles in. Your hysterical but trying to stay calm so you can talk to him “you idiot! Why would you do that? why? “ he can’t help but chuckle as he coughs up blood, your hands have settled upon the bloody wounds he’s suffered, you can’t let go. “ It’s okay, we just gotta get you back, its okay.” he looks up at you, tears rolling down his cheeks, his breathe is rattled, “ I told you, that I would do anything to protect you.” You cried harder your hands soiled from his bloodied wounds, “Im gonna get you home okay? and we’re gonna go back to the way it was.” he smiles softly, you can tell he’s in pain, “that place was never my home, you were.” he rattles out his last breath. You do not leave his side.

(I’m sorry y’all were giving me starcrossed, destined to be doomed vibes and plus im emotional tonite so don’t hate me 😂)

Look-Book

- it was a little difficult finding plus size friendly examples, ( cause fatphobia is so prevalent on sites like pinterest still and within the fashion community tbh) but as a plus size woman, I wanted to choose the best options that not only would fit all sizes, but were keeping accurate to the time period and your style so hopefully your good with this!

Playlist

- when looking for the music for this I was like SO INSPIRED. I stg I wanna write a whole ass fanfic about you guys. I chose songs that were giving me; you and eddie vibes, I chose a couple that were definitely more 90’s instead of 80’s. I decided for this one I wanted to add like my fave lyric from the song that made me pick it, so you can have some insight(from one music nerd to another), and also cry with me cause y’all made me soft ANYWAY.

Heaven and Hell By Black Sabbath; “ Love Can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer.” And “ The world is full of Kings and Queens, who blind your eyes and steal your dreams.” THAT ONE had me like “vecna???” also the guitar solo and bridge right there is AMAZING. Waisted potential they didn’t use this song in Season 4.

Straight Through The Heart by Dio; “ Living in a world of Make Believe, I can hide behind whats real.” This whole song gave me Eddie vibes and how he felt growing up, being kind of abandoned by his Family in a way, and being bullied.

Bigmouth Strikes Again By The Smiths; There wasn’t much of a lyric in this song that really took me by the heart, it was just the whole thing, it sounds sad and somehow romantic? Its about how the protagonist feels as though he is being judged for the things he says, and how he has a big mouth, which is just so relatable to Eddie, how passionate he is about being different and how he feels about society (jumping up on tables with his big speeches and such) The way he says “Sweetness” really sold me as something Eddie would say as a nickname for you perhaps as well.

Love will Tear Us Apart By Joy Division; “ Why is the bedroom so cold, turned away on your side.” Honestly I thought about the aftermath of his death after Dustin probably had to drag you away, the feeling of not knowing how to move on feeling the coldness of the room without his presence. Also feeling resentment for his sacrifice, how his love for you tore you apart.

Heart-Shaped Box By Nirvana ; You said 90’s grunge and that you were pisces and I was sold on this one lmao 😜 okay that was only half of it!! The whole song is super romantic, its so devotional to the person he loves and I feel like Eddie would be similar, just completely utterly in love with you in a torturous way.

Separate Ways (Worlds Apart) By Journey; “If we can’t go on, to survive the tide love divides.” “ If you must go, I wish you love, you’ll never walk alone, take care my love.” This one had me in like TEARS. Like if You and Eddie were in the show, this would be playing as he sacrifices himself i stg.

1979 by Smashing Pumpkins; “ I know you better than you fake it.” The whole song sounds like love ended too early, so I added this one! And “ We don’t know just where our bones will rest, to dust I guess.” Its really about the mortality of a relationship, and accepting it because you appreciate the time you have with that person.

Malibu by Hole; The whole song sounds like grief from tragedy of losing a loved one, trying to save them from their fate. I just really wanted some tragic songs to go along with my headcanon so have fun with that. (Also Hole lowkey slaps so hard, Like I’m not a huge fan of Courtney, but damn I just love all her music?)

[viewmonster-deactivated20230122]

there are many people tagging that previous post with "gerard way" and "taylor swift" actually no i think youll find that is a lyric from the smiths song bigmouth strikes again and it has nothing to do with those two people

[potter-inthe-tardis]

Tag this post with 5-10 songs that would make up the playlist of your life!

[theboysfanfic]

Sweetness Strikes Again

Tupperware Heart AU

Pairing: Homelander x F!Reader

Song: Flesh Mechanic - Placebo AND Bigmouth Strikes Again (The Smiths Cover) - Placebo

Warnings: Blood. Gore. Extracted organs. Sex. Smut.

Words: 1, 294

Notes: What's the most disturbing lyric in 'Flesh Mechanic' ? About a heart in a Tupperware container...and I'm including Tupperware heart in Spooktober. The Smiths lyrics used as dialogue in italics.

Credit: Dividers by @firefly-graphics x Gif from post x by @differentfuckingbreed

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He stands there, caressing my face, hand on my cheek. With his expression loving and infatuated as he says it to me.

'Sweetness,' in his silky deep voice, he strokes my temple. 'Sweetness I was only joking when I said, I'd like to smash every tooth in your head.'

That deliberately slow sexiness in his voice, saying it in a demanding, pleading way. You just dare refuse to forgive.

But he's trying. He's really trying to mean it. He really means it. He thinks he means it. I don't think he knows he doesn't mean it.

He shows me the next day.

..

A box. Clear cloudy Tupperware. Bloody from the inside. It's on my desk just left there with a post it note on top.

Sweetness, for you. Homelander x

I unstick the glue from the plastic. My morbid curiosity overtakes me and I don't even hesitate to peel the lid back on one corner. I'm only careful not to splash myself with any blood. I get an apron and continue. If I squeeze the box the thing inside is squishy and muscular and slipping against the sides of the Tupperware. Weighing the box down. Chunky and horrific in my grip.

The whole thing is dark red and day old, veins and arteries sticking out of the top. It's truly disgusting.

I stop to send him a text.

Where did you get this --?!

Babe, hold it right there. Don't move. x

He walks in not long after. Tapping his fingers on the door frame looking at me with downcast eyes, a curious smile on his face, examining me. Testing my reaction.

'I got it from him.' He casually states and throws me a flashy smile.

'What?' I say.

'It's his.' he says with more of a firmness in his voice.

He is stalking towards me real slow, hands folded behind his back.

He reaches me and comes up real close. Looking down at me.

'You don't think you could get away with it did you?' he leans in as close as he can without touching my face, 'I love you, babe!'

His eyes are crinkled and smiling.

'Sooo', he tilts his face and his cheeks twitch, pausing to take in my face, 'I did the only thing that I could do, the only thing possible to teach you a lesson.'

He reaches his hand up under my chin. Holds it there, locks eyes on mine, his eyes sparkling, satisfied.

'He's no longer going to bother us babe. You know I couldn't forgive if you fell for someone else. I just couldn't take it.' He drops my face and straightens out, licks his lips and straightens his shoulders.

'And you were too close to falling for him, he might have given you his heart to his own detriment,' he laughs, 'Don't you think so?'

His golden hair bounces. 'Isn't it so perfect?'

He reaches his hand around the back of my neck, his eyes brimming with love and jealousy, and I know you will forget him, won't you?' he whispers in my ear, 'You'll never think of him again, because he doesn't exist.'

His lips touch my ear and that final syllable exaggerated for effect. His baritone voice rumbling, making me wet.

He moves in front of me again, his eyes gorgeous and shiny. 'And I won't, I won't have to,' his eye twitches and he's sucking a breath of air through his teeth, 'Ever have to smash those lovely teeth out of that pretty head of yours.'

He strokes my hair and his eyes are watering, glistening with pride, and a violent devotion.

'I'd never do that to you babe, you know...but what I would like to do, is smash the thought of him ever existing out of you.' His smile travels to his eyes which are a perfectly cute and sweet.

Homelander doesn't hesitate to swipe everything including the Tupperware heart onto the floor clearing the table. He leans his weight on me pushing me onto the surface. Opening my knees with his hands and planting himself in between them, pushing his hips up to me.

'Are you already wet for me?' he says, 'Only for me.' He reassures himself. 'You know there's no going back if you ever slept with another man? I wouldn't be able to...I really can't tell you what I would do. I only ever want you to be with me, you can only make love to me. Do you understand?'

'Ever? What if we're not dating? Then what? You'll stop me then, if we break up?

'Babe we'll always be dating.'

'Always? I didn't think we would always be dating.'

'But I want you.'

He grabs me by the scruff of my neck. 'I would not take my attention from you, I'm so upset that you would ever think to place your attention on someone else.'

My skirt comes off as he's holding me, he's pushing it down past my knees, his suit pants come down and he keeps me upright on the edge of the table, keeps me close.

'I want you to be mine.' He traces his hand along the inside of my thigh, tickling and soothing. Up by my knickers, pulling the lace aside, he rips them clean off. He kisses and pushes into me.

'You're the only person that can make me feel like I'm normal. I want that feeling to stay with me, I want you with me.'

He keeps whispering into both my ears, kissing my neck as he changes sides to say it.

'And how long do you want this to go on for? What are you really asking me? Come on John say what you mean. I don't want to date you.' I push him.

He bucks into me at my words, he's rougher this time.

I kiss him, stopping him from talking, for the moment. Taking down some of the rage by licking his tongue, distracting him until I tell him again.

'I don't want to date you. He had other plans if I agreed to him. Do you love me more than he did?' I catch his face when he's coming back from kissing my neck and balance my forehead on his, looking into his eyes. They light up in signature red at the words I say. I'm meeting his movements and slipping on the surface that is now soaked.

'John we can't continue dating.'

'I don't accept that.' he says.

He moves with deliberate strokes. Face almost composed, but unravelling as his jaw and face tremble.

'I fucking love you more than anyone! I killed him for you!'

'Ok. I want to believe you John.'

'Will you be mine?'

He knows exactly what he's doing as it's getting difficult to breathe.

'You tell me, I'm, yours all, the time.' I say.

'Will you be mine forever?' his movements calculated, hitting my upper wall, causing the heat and tension to build up.

'How?...can I be, if, we, stop, dating.'

'Tell me you...tell me you want to...' He slides up to my cervix and my hips are involuntarily tilting with the tension, my knees lifting up above his waist.

'I want you to be...' he huffs.

'I want...you to be my wife.'

He's trying to manipulate my response to this too, the tension and tightness is overwhelming. The tingling flows into waves and I shout out. 'Ohh my fucking God yes!'

He leans into me. 'You are so perfect.' he says.

He gets down in front of me on his knees, nestling his face and pressing his cheek between my knees as I am still perched on the edge of the table. His face is hazy with the afterglow, he looks like an angel, looking up at me smiling softly.

[blackswaneuroparedux]

I never intended to be controversial, but it's very easy to be controversial in pop music, because nobody ever is.

- Morrissey

On May 22nd, 1986, The Smiths would release ‘Bigmouth Strikes Again’. It featured on The Queen Is Dead that was released only a matter of weeks later which would go on to become one of the most revered records in the history of alternative music.

‘Bigmouth Strikes Again’ was the third instalment in a trilogy of songs written by Morrissey as an attack on the industry that he found himself reluctantly locked in to. Ironically it’s an industry still holds a level of disdain that has only increased 34 years on.  

In the summer of 1985, the songwriter vented his frustration at the business by writing ‘The Boy With A Thorn In His Side’, ‘Rubber Ring’ and lastly ‘Bigmouth’ which concluded the arc.

The riffs for the three tracks were formulated by Johnny Marr during soundchecks in 1985 as part of their tour and it gave Morrissey a springboard to juxtapose with his clever lyricism, with ‘Bigmouth Strikes Again’ being the finest of the trilogy.

In Simon Goddard’s Songs That Saved Your Life: The Art of the Smiths, Marr is quoted as saying that he wanted the song to be The Smiths equivalent to The Rolling Stones’ ‘Jumpin’ Jack Flash’, he said: “I wanted something that was a rush all the way through, without a distinct middle eight as such. I thought the guitar breaks should be percussive, not too pretty or cordial.”

Morrissey uses the track to prod fun further at the media circus surrounding everything he said and decided to provoke the beast further by likening himself to French martyr, Joan of Arc with the joke unsurprisingly passing them by at the time.

When he was interviewed by NME in June 1986, they queried Morrissey on whether there was ever anything that he regrets saying as they tried to decipher what made him write this angsty anthem. The singer fiercely responded: “I can’t think of one sentence. We’re still at that stage where if I rescued a kitten from drowning, they’d say: “Morrissey Mauls Kitten’s Body”. So what can you do?”

The band had originally planned to incorporate Kirsty Maccoll onto the track as they thought her vocals would add an extra layer to the song and invited her down to RAK studios to which she obliged. Marr is on record as saying: “That’s the first time we met her. She came down to the studio and put on these really weird harmonies.”

Morrissey and Marr didn’t think her vocals worked on the track so decided to leave it off the final mix and instead Morrissey did the backing vocals in a ‘chipmunk-style’ which he managed to create through the use of a harmoniser. The backing vocals were later comedically credited to ‘Ann Coates’ on the record which is a play on words of the Ancoats area of Manchester.

‘Bigmouth Strikes Again’ is the perfect combination of Morrissey’s playful self-deprecating lyricism coupled with Johnny Marr’s ferociously upbeat riff which is a combination that many other acts have tried to replicate but nobody has managed to capture the magic that these two would create in their five active years together.

Bigmouth Strike Again is a Smiths’ song whose lyrics are about the protagonist being fed up of the constant attacks and criticisms he receives on account of the things that he says. According to Morrissey, the lyrics are directed at the press for constantly hounding him for his controversial political views (anti-monarchist and pro-leftist).

These days he’s gone full circle and has been hounded for his anti-immigrant views and Billy Bragg, the far left singer and friend, called Morrissey ‘the Oswald Mosley of pop music”.

In the song, The Smiths’ singer Morrissey’s frustration with the attitude of the press forces him to compare himself to the legendary French heroine Joan of Arc who was accused of a number of crimes, including heresy before being burned at the stake in 1431. She was only 19 years old when she died.

Interestingly others have cited the Joan of Arc part of the lyrics refer to Morrissey’s view that Joan of Arc was accued of being a lesbian for dressing and acting and saying things the way she did. This, perhaps, could be referencing all the criticism Mozz gets about his sexuality, by prancing around and declaring his celibacy...hence 'bigmouth'. 

Guitarist Johnny Marr wrote the music for Bigmouth Strikes Again whereas Morrissey wrote the song’s lyrics. The lyrics, in which Morrissey sings about the French heroine Joan of Arc’s “hearing aid melting”, is usually changed slightly whenever Morrissey performs the song live. He often replaces the “walkman” with the modern day gadget “IPod”. **Photo: Albert Lynch, Jeanne d'Arc (1903)  and The Smiths, “Bigmouth Strikes Again” (1986)

[antonia-starrvinova]

Sweetness

Fic Exchange

Pairing: Antony Starr x F!Reader

Song: Bigmouth Strikes Again - The Smiths (lyric prompt)

Warnings: Dodgy descriptions.

Words: 620

Summary: Something that leads up to a first date with Antony.

Notes: This is a 25th October Blog Event in celebration of Antony's Birthday, which is today!

@madhatter2727 and I decided we are going to do a fic exchange where we both write using the same prompt.

Read her Homelander x Reader fic on AO3. It is amazing! 🤎

Antony/Homelander is going to say 'Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking when I said....' and we fill in the rest.

Mine is part of the upcoming fic about going to a Rammstein concert with Antony.

Credit: Close up of Antony from the 'The Boys - Antony Starr, Chace Crawford Interview. (NYCC) Watch for the Antony vibes. Dividers by @firefly-graphics x x

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'Antony.'

He looks over at me with that face. The sexy eyes.

'Antony,' I tease dragging out the syllables, 'You have resting Homelander face.'

He adjusts his leg and bounces his ankle on his knee, bicep flexing under his black tee sleeves. My eyes fall to his skin under the cotton, I watch his chest rise as he sits, pecs shifting under the shirt. I'm watching him from across the table. He sometimes looks over at me and I try to keep a straight face.

'Do I?' he purses his lips and smiles. He takes a breath, shoulders back and I'm looking at his neck and sharp jaw. His eyes are still sex.

I watch as his tongue moves back off the roof of his mouth, how his lips move and his eyelids flickering when he blinks. The looks he gives are pure sexiness to me. Does he even know?

I realise I've got both elbows on the table, leaning my chin on my palms. I must look pathetic staring at him. Must be obvious to anyone what is going through my head.

He leans forward, shoulders towards me hands clasped in his lap.

'Sweetness,' he says leaning up to me. His shoulder rolling forward, the seams on his tee at a 45 degree angle. His necklaces are tucked underneath against his skin and his neck is deliciously masculine and long, a bit of chest hair peeking out from under the collar. I just want to pull down on that collar and expose more.

He is tilting his chin and keeping his lips resting, he must know the effect of that on me.

I reach up and rest my hands on his shoulders eyes falling on his jawline and lips.

'Do that.' He says.

'Do this? And what should I do next?' I ask.

'Keep doing this, but umm, I'll want to take you away if you do.'

'But I can't. Like, you can't take me to the show with you right?'

'Sweetness, I was only joking when I said I can't take you to that show with me, because I want to spend time with you, even if,' he pauses and looks at my eyes as we are leaning up to each other, 'I don't know if you feel the same.'

My hands rest on top of his shoulders rustling the beads and I trace the strings of his necklace down to the base of his neck. I drop my hands down to his chest at the curve of the neckline. My fingers ruffle the peeking chest hair. It's fluffy and comforting.

Of course I want to do more.

'You don't know that? But if you want to find out...' I move my hands back in front of me. I raise my brows at him in mock suggestion and with a hint of a smile.

Antony reaches into his pockets retrieving an envelope. He opens it, takes out the folded card and rips the perforated line, handing half to me.

'I got these for us, I would love for you to come with me to this Rammstein show. Do you want to?' he asks.

I take the ticket and laugh.

He laughs too, his cute face lighting up. His lips getting back into resting pout position.

'You keep yours, this way if you don't, like, want to go, you will know I will be going alone.' He waves his arms to the sides as he talks.

'Oh for sure I want to go. But I will let you know if I'm going with you!'

I laugh loudly and he throws his head back laughing too.

'Of course I will go with you.' I say looking into his eyes sincerely.

[the-cryptid-finch]

So, I have a new challenge. Your favourite characters/characters as lyrics from songs (that's not from that show if they're from a musical)

I'll go

Jack Kelly- "Out west, I'd never let your memory tie me down. If I was a cowboy, I'd be over you by now" If I was a cowboy, Tim McGraw

Davey Jacobs- "As since we know that dreams are dead, and life turns plans up on there head, I will plan to be a bum, so I just might become someone" House of Gold, twenty one pilots

Racetrack Higgins- "He thinks he's got the whole world in his hands, stood at the urinal, he thinks he's got the whole world in his hands, and I'm gonna kill him" The Boy Racer, Morrissey

Spot Conlon- "Sweetness, Sweetness I was only joking when I said I'd like to smash every tooth in your head. Oh, oh, Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking when I said by rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed" Bigmouth strikes again, The Smiths

Albert Dasliva- "Oh take a chance, let your body get a tolerance. I'm not a chance, put a heatwave in your pants. Pull a breath from another cigarette, pawnshop heart trading up" I don't care, Fall Out Boy

Finch Cortes- "I just want to watch the birds go by, from my handy foldable blue canvas throne. I wanna watch them fly and fly, and see them soar off into the unknown. But I feel just like a nerd, watching birds, watching me here all alone." Birds, the Ultimate Storytime

Crutchie Morris- "You fell asleep in my car, I drove the whole time, but that's ok, I'll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine. I'm driving, here I sit, cursing my government, for not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement." Tear in my heart, twenty one pilots

Les Jacobs- "Don't mess with me, I'm a big boy now and I'm very scary, I punch my walls, stay out all night and I do karate. Don't message me cause I won't reply, wanna make you cry. Ain't that how it's supposed to be? Though it isn't me, boys will be bugs, right?" Boys will be bugs, Cavetown

Katherine Plumber- "Don't wanna be another star crossed lover, we all know how that ends. I'm better off without him, we're better off as friends." The history of Wrong guys, Kinky Boots

Please reblog with your own!!

[vinylfromthevault]

The Smiths “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out” from “The Queen Is Dead” released 35 years ago today, June 16th, 1986. One of the greatest songs from the greatest album ever, one that shaped my teen years and defined the summer of ‘86. The 12″ single promo of “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out” has the song on both sides; it was released prior to The Queen Is Dead (and matches the cover of the LP exactly, just more faded) but the actual radio single wasn’t released until ‘92 when it hit #25 in the UK, years after The Smiths had broken up. The song is considered one of The Smiths best: NME ranks it as the 12th greatest song of all-time. The ‘92 single cover differs significantly from the promo copy: 

Back to The Queen is Dead! The album made it to #2 on the UK charts and #70 in the US. After the intro clip of uber-British chant "Take Me Back to Dear Old Blighty,” the album launches into the rollicking title track “The Queen Is Dead” and from there only grows with lyrical and musical perfection. My absolute favorite is “Frankly Mr. Shankly” – when Johnny Marr launches into his dense signature jangle at the 0:39 point I get, to this day, literal shivers. “Cemetry Gates” is another favorite, bouncing along to lyrics that decry plagiarism while invoking a blend of a (dreaded) sunny day and the dark sorrow of a cemetery in a way that is so only-Morrissey (who else can include lyrics like “ere long done do does did, words which could only be your own, you then produce the text from whence was ripped some dizzy whore, 1804″?). “Bigmouth Strikes Again” is utter brilliance. And no one does despondency as beautifully as Morrissey: “I Know It’s Over,” “Never Had No One Ever” and the epic “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out” were all part of the soundtrack my teenage angst and heartbreak but also to a glorious time of my youth, with all its ridiculousness, pettiness, beauty and fun. 

[realhankmccoy]

Bigfoot Strikes Again

Mike didn’t always have a foot fetish.

Certainly not as an innocent young lad, and not even at puberty, during which fantasies of becoming the other boys in his class -- the attractive, jocking-up guys who were getting muscle and hair for the first time -- were what took over his secret nocturnal fantasies.

The foot fetish came later.  Perhaps it stemmed from remarks folks used to make about how impressed they were by big feet, or from how excited everyone always seemed to be about their teenage boys going up in shoe sizes.  Or perhaps it came from too much jacking off at night, the perversion stemming from being bored with vanilla fantasy.

It may have stemmed from dwelling on the sneakers of other boys in the locker room.  Perhaps it was Mike’s fascination with how big feet were one of the first signs of puberty that he noticed.  Maybe it was remarks from his mother, remarks from hot teenage jocks, guys, or perhaps just so many Nike commercials on television.

Mike wasn’t sure where it came from.  He felt embarrassed about it at first.  He just knew guys’ feet started to really turn him on, and that it felt dirty and like something he should fight.  His failure to lose that war just made it all the hotter to him in the end.

He couldn’t help it that he was gay.  And soon, he couldn’t help it that he had a foot fetish.  He felt like he couldn’t help it that he’d search for pics of feet bursting through socks and shoes to beat off to.

Was Mike in control of his own life, or just refusing to take control?  Was he just another gay boy who was poisoned by victimhood politics, unwilling to take responsibility for how he had chosen to engage in homosexual attraction and chosen, through whatever neglect of his own development or humouring of bad thought patterns, a strange attraction to feet?

Or was Mike rather something else entirely?  Mike, had he been given the choice, would probably have loved to know what it would feel like to be a Sasquatch, or even better, a Weresquatch, in real life.

One seemingly unrelated facet of Mike’s personality was for certain:  Mike, relatively undeveloped, lanky, lithe Mike, with his dainty feet and hopeless attraction to the bigger guys in school, was a Smiths fan.

How could he not be a Smiths fan?  Morrissey seemed to speak to him about everything that seemed hopeless, callous and cruel about the world.

Like many guys, Mike loved to think up alternate lyrics to his favourite songs.

His favourite Smiths song, Bigmouth Strikes Again, was, in his own inner world of secretive, homosexual foot fetishism, Bigfoot Strikes Again as it played through his mind.

Mike’s world was an introverted, shy world of sensitive perversion.

He’d scarcely ever even hooked up with men.  When he did, his intimate moments never got beyond awkward kisses and blowjobs he wasn’t quite sure how to deliver.  Mike, whenever he gave a blowjob, was mostly just awkwardly moving his lips back and forth on the other guy’s dick like one might on a Ken doll.  Not that Ken was the type of guy Mike usually scored, oh no, not at all.

As a semi-sensitive soyboy, he was little more than a dreamer, perusing and consuming art from the comfort of his bedroom.  Mike scarcely even ever accomplished the odd trip out to the museum.

It was a lonely life, and yet Mike was happiest when he was perving out to thoughts of jock guys in the privacy of his own bedroom, guys whom he was likely to never even get to touch.

Almost everything he jerked off to neither contained a blowjob or sex.  Mike just wasn’t that sexually experienced, and preferred the transformation aspect of sexual fantasy more than anything that had to do with sex itself.  He got off to furry sex at times, but it wasn’t really his thing.

He had to have a hot jock guy to get off to, most of the time, in his fantasies.

He just seemed drawn to the jocks, and basketball players were especially his type.  His very favourite fetishes involved feet uncontrollably bursting out of basketball shoes, big jock feet that split even big shoes.  He didn’t ask for much out of life.  He was happy just to have his fetishes.  He didn’t feel as lonely as he might have otherwise, because his perversions providing so much illicit, strange satisfaction.

Drifting off in a relaxing bubble bath, Mike played through the inner karaoke in his head, going over Smiths lyrics that had been refined and excitedly played within his own head on loop.  These altered lyrics took form over weeks of repetition in his mind.

He playfully had altered his favourite Morrissey vocals to match the foot fetish he harboured, a fetish he never even planning on mentioning to anyone.

Mike played the lyrics in his mind as he laid back in the tub, relaxing into a state that almost approached slumber because of the hot warm water.  He was so comfortable that he was drifting off to sleep right in the tub, playing with Morrissey’s lyrics in his mind, jocking them up, his cock half hard with the pleasure of self-indulgent fantasy:

Jockness, jockess I was only joking When I said I'd like to lick your cock right In your bed Jockness, jockness, I was only horny When I said I’d like you Sucking my cock in my bed And now I know how big your feet got Now I know how big your feet got As your muscles flexed, the Weresquatch arose And your Nike Shoes started to burst

Bigfoot, la-da-da-da-da, bigfoot, la-da-da-da Bigfoot strikes again And I've got the right to take my place With the Sasquatch race

It was when Mike came to in the tub, waking up with a start, realising he shouldn’t be falling asleep in the bathtub, that whatever he realised something wasn’t right.

He was looking at big, long, powerful legs that stuck out right over the edge of the bathtub, a tub that seemed much smaller to him.  He’d grown, and he’d gone up in size not just a little but a lot.  A thick coating of dark hair had sprouted up all over his lower legs.

He looked down and saw a thick, powerful shelf of massive muscle across his chest.  He had firm, powerful abs, but mostly Mike wasn’t thinking of that.  He was thinking he was still dreaming.

He thought he’d wake up soon.  He tried to wake up, sitting up in the tub.  It seemed like one real dream.  He slipped and fell back in the tub almost immediately, not used to his hulking new size, and it hurt.  “Wouldn’t I wake up from a dream if it hurt this bad,” Mike wondered, senselessly, and then said out loud “what the fuck” in a voice that sounded bovine and dumb to himself.

“No,” Mike said then, almost reflexively, his no sounding equally bovine and stupid.  “No!” he said again, but yes, it was true.

Mike was the size of a hulky basketball player now, having gone through some sort of Weresquatch transformation in the tub, and try as he might to awaken, there was no going back now.  He was stuck like this.

He stumbled up to the mirror, unable to believe his entire features had changed.  He looked somewhat like himself, but this whole body was that of a guy who beared little resemblance to the small twig he was before.

And that is when Mike realised the familiar sensation of blood rushing into his cock, which was rapidly inflating.  The sight of his massive body in the mirror had done it.  Knowing he was undeniably in the sort of body he might have jerked off to before, knowing that Weresquatch transformations had always gotten him hard, and now that he was unexpectedly experiencing one in his own life, up close and personal, how could Mike do anything but let his dick arise to a full state of arching erection?

That was all Mike planned on letting happen as he stared down, shocked, at his massively long cock.  But then he had to feel it, just to see, he told himself.  The massive hand he wrapped around the huge meaty length of his cock was even more of a turn-on, hearing himself utter “fuck” out loud in that bass-heavy voice was a turn-on,  and soon the massive new Mike, his own Weresquatch fantasy brought to life, was pumping his huge, throbbing cock with not one hand but two.

He had to savour this moment, he thought, looking down at his big feet.  Whatever was going on with him he’d figure out, but he had to enjoy this, his first time in a massive body that had hulked out while he slept just like a Weresquatch who had finally lucked out and gotten his own fantasy come to life.  This was so hot.

Mike couldn’t believe his huge hands, feet, and dick, not to mention the massive amount of muscle he was looking down on.  His feet were so much further away with the extra heigh he’d grown.  Everything was different.  He pulled a hand off his cock to sharply tweak a nipple and he felt his cock gush precum.  He put both his hands on his cock to rub it in, hearing the slimy, fapping sounds as the length of his cock slicked up with it.  He was  feeling the power in his muscular arms, even, as he stroked off awkwardly, and then, already, too soon but happening because he was so turned on, he felt his nuts start to bust and he realise he was about to shoot.

Rather than try to fight it, not even sure if he had the willpower to pull back, Mike decided to just beat off really hard then, his long dick in his massive hands, riding out the orgasm until he was soon shooting ropes of cum across the bathroom floor, soaking his cum all over the floor and coating his Weresquatch pubes, his big nuts.  Cum all over his dick and hands, Mike said “fuck!” out loud again, thinking about what a dumb, lumbering Weresquatch he was to have cum so quickly.

Mike towelled off after that.  He leaned down to wipe the cum off the floor, unable to believe this was really his massive body now.

He wrapped his white bath towel around himself and cinched it at the waist.

He had to examine himself in the mirror more, taking in how even his face looked so different, jockier, himself and yet not himself, a total Sasquatch of a man, a man so tall he had to crouch down to even see himself in the bathroom mirror properly.  His heart was pounding.  He could feel it in his chest.

He had to get out of here, he thought, and put on some clothes, but he couldn’t break away from his own reflection, wanting to examine himself just a little longer, and then he felt it.

Mike was collapsing in size, his body shrinking back down to its former self.  The towel loosened as his thicker waist shrunk back, falling to the floor, and Mike was quickly sent back to his old, far more frail and delicate self.

It was almost as if it had never happened at all.

Mike wondered, not long after that, if he had actually gotten delusional or dreamed the whole thing.  There was no evidence.  How could he have woken up in a body like that, and how could he have reverted back to the Mike he’d always known?  He was relieved he had, as he had no idea what he’d do if he were stuck in a body that big, with his whole life, friends and family being what they were.  But what the hell had happened?

It would be weeks until it happened again to Mike, all over again.  The second incident would occur at a much less convenient location.

That time, Mike would rip right out of his clothes after having his massive Weresquatch feet bust right through his shoes after seeking refuge from the change at a toilet stall in the mall.  In the end, he’d find himself having to run back to the car almost start naked in just his half-shredded underwear and socks that were bust at the heel and toes.

And later, beating off his long schlong, safe at home, horny just over the view and sensation of his own massive body and the crazy change he’d been through at the mall that day, he’d also find that minutes after he came -- this time steaming his huge feet down below with shots of his cum -- he yet again collapsed back down to his usual self.  Just like Cinderella at the stroke of midnight, Mike’s reversion was set off by the draining of his Weresquatch nuts.

Mike would laugh hysterically that time, finding himself back into his scrawny, Morrissey-loving body, relieved and yet emboldened by the knowledge that he was starting to feel like he could almost control his Sasquatch self after all.  He was feeling like he was going mad, perhaps, but in the moment, relieved that, yet again, he would apparently not be stuck as a Sasquatch stud forever.

Once he got some control over what was happening to him, and found out he could bag just about any jock stud he wanted, and get his hands on their jock feet... well, that’s when things really would start to get wild for Mike.

Bigfoot, la-da-da-da-da, bigfoot, la-da-da-da Bigfoot strikes again And I've got the right to take my place With the Sasquatch race