#toddrundgren-interactive

[greyhoundgxrl]

1977. "Well I guess this is where I get off- just promise me I'll always be your favorite. We had a good run, didn't we?"

“Why don’t you just renew the contract? You’ll always be my favorite, you know. I don't...I don't want this to end just yet." Todd drove her crazy sometimes, but Maddie considered him to be one of her best friends. He was her brother practically. “Jeffery’s a great kid, yeah, but I can’t see us getting into the trouble that you and I did.”

[fleshsashimi-blog]

@toddrundgren-interactive -- GREETER.

      “You’re lucky. I’d love to have cameras around me all the time. I don’t think people appreciate photographing me enough. I once had a photoshoot for some food magazine--I own a restaurant, you see--and I felt like a star.”

[bitemyhip-blog]

@toddrundgren-interactive -- LIKED.

     “HEY! I know you,” Yogi darts out of the bathroom stall, eager to see a real-life famous person in the same space as him! He doesn’t take time to wash his hands after dropping a fat shit before he places them on Todd’s shoulders in an embrace. “You’re, uh--you’re fucking famous! That’s wild! I can’t believe it! A real-life celebrity!”

[dhaniandtheheartbreakers]

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Dhani gave a George-like half smirk, but didn’t think he’d be going home and smashing up any more awards. ‘Why isn’t your daughter here?’ he asked absent-mindedly. He reached out a hand to skim his palm gently over the varnished paintwork in reverence, following the lines of colour in the rainbow pattern and swallowing as he got to the bit that was scratched up bad. He looked up at Todd, and then his attention was caught by a group of other special guests to the gig passing out of the backstage area to go to whatever came after. Maybe an afterparty, or maybe to somebody else’s place. He hadn’t thought to ask Eric on the way over, and now, he realised, he had lost track of Clapton. He’d seen him taking a half familiar looking woman aside to another room to talk, but after that he hadn’t seen him. And he was starting to get a little uncomfortable. Being a kid in places like this always made you feel like kind of a burden… something that had to be constantly watched or looked after. When in reality he didn’t need looking after at all. They were probably just all scared of George. He’d got grumpy in his middle-age, Dhani had been told many times by different people. He glanced back at the guitar on more time. ‘You should get into ukuleles. Everyone’s talking about ukes now. I can play a bit. Do you…’ he improvised, as he caught sight of some off Rundgren’s roadies starting to pack up the guitars on their large, extensive rack and taxi them back to the van or the green room. ‘Want any help with your gear?’ He tried to hide his anxiousness about having lost Clapton (easily done) and offered a helpful look.

[thegroovyarchives]

(another kthanx) Fear of This Blue Planet

1. This World Of Water - New Musik2. True Companion - Donald Fagen3. Space Oddity - David Bowie4. Above The Clouds - Electric Light Orchestra5. The Spirit Of Man - Jeff Wayne6. World Turning - Fleetwood MacThanks!!

[tame-the-fox]

[dry] "im surprised ms hoover let you skinny dip in her pool without taking out her shotgun out on you. she woulda shot your dick off and you know it."

“she wouldn’t need great aim ‘neither,” jawdripping into an exaggerated O, eyes rolling and flickering white as the towelmassages his scalp,“…aw shit, don’t her boy have two pet gators? why didn’t youstop me, Todd?!”

[shineonframpton-blog]

aw lil frampy wampy

[greyhoundgxrl]

🔎(your pick)

Maddie poked Todd in the ribs and pointed to her television screen. “It’s the guy in the red shirt. He’s the killer. I think he had the motive to do it. You need to look at who has the most to gain from this.” Maddie poked him in the ribs again, “don’t you think?”

[hereshecxmes]

💎💎💎 big blonde man of mystery (hawksxdoves)

SEND “💎💎💎” AND MY MUSE WILL SAY THREE THINGS THAT COMES TO THEIR MIND WHEN YOUR MUSE’S NAME IS MENTIONED:

He’s noticeably taller than Abby.

Surprised that he dabbled into modeling, looks more like someone who should be in a band.

She was annoyed by how he interrupted her reading time.

[fleshsashimi-blog]

@toddrundgren-interactive​ -- LIKED.

      Romeo peeks out with a reclusive hand resting on the side of the door, looking like some nervous grandmother with neurotic tendencies, but relaxes when he sees Todd, this guy from a party or something, standing opposite the door. He rubs at his eyelid, no longer smeared in eyeliner, sparkling cosmetics, thick mascara. He looks sick, a little bloated, like a corpse. “Oh, it’s just you. ...I don’t get visitors much,” he mumbles, but doesn’t step back to let Todd in. Instead, he slips out into the hallway of his apartment, obscuring as much of his interior as possible before shutting the door behind him, as if Todd hasn’t seen his home before. (Not what he’s concerned about. It has more to do with the fact that he is trying desperately to clean blood off his new cutting board. His hands smell of dish soap and a Brillo pad.) “What--uh--what are you doing here?”

[imringostarr]

@toddrundgren-interactive *rolls eyes*

[gaycityrollers]

miles whomever looks like if someone drew paul mccartney badly

i’ve been thinking this all day and i lvoe it tbh

[thegroovyarchives]

playlist question request from your pal ray- 'where where did i go wrong'

1. Alone Tonight - Genesis2. Moonlight and Gold - Gerry Rafferty3. A Jealous Thing Called Love - Thomas Dolby4. On Every Street - Dire Straits5. Silence And I - The Alan Parsons Project6. Take It Back - Pink FloydThank You!!

[tame-the-fox]

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“Oh,” he giggles, his eyes wrinkling as he beholds the small container on the dashboard, “makes sense that it’s not just any old monkey spank I guess”.

Jimmy sighs grievously, Todd’s strike feeling like a boot to a horse’s side. He adjusts slightly in his seat and settles one of the greasy bags into the cradle of his crotch, plucking a few fries from their bloated holster. While his fingers partially recoil from the food’s blazing temperature, he begins to construct a makeshift sandwich, squeezing a pair of small nuggets between the overbearing planes of two waffle fries. He grimaces against the deep-fried heat as he takes a bite and his legs languidly descend to the pedals below, still chewing contemplatively as he regards Todd, sweet chicken crispy bits speckling his broad chest.

“Want to see how many nuggets you can swallow while I do some donuts? …What were ya’ doing before this anyway?” he grumbles curiously, his bespectacled stare glinting at Todd’s stained fingertips, “a naked swimsuit contest? Desecrating national monuments?”

@toddrundgren-interactive

[nietzschehoe-blog]

@toddrundgren-interactive replied to your post: .

what does tbd mean

to be deleted bcause im a slave to the aesthetic & i gotta keep my blog spOTLESS

[extraordinarilyniice]

shop much fred. there better be something in there for me.

there’s a big yellow crotchless kimono with your name on itdarling