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Throam problems

When you are having your happy casual gay affair but the pipes of you girlfriend's house decide to break just like this

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no one tell him

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I made some throam album/single covers.

I plan to do Wolf’s Teeth and 708 soon.

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Edit by me.

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Throam Vol 3.               1979 His Side Rolling Stone Cover                

              Edit by me. Do not take credit for it.

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OKAY BUT THIS REMINDS ME IN THROAM WHEN DALLON TOOK BRENDON ON A DATE ???????? CAN YOU JUST LOOK AT THAT. THIS LOWKEY THROAM

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Ryan Ross- Throam Vol 1

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ok i'm new to the whole throam thing but can u give me a short summery of it??? and is it worth reading?

basically bren starts out as Ryan’s v gay roadie and it gets gayer and angstier from there and has lots of 70s pop culture which is my personal fav and yes v v worth it

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i like vol. i sex more, vol. ii the most because i like to suffer, and vol. iii for the fluff

yeah I always change my mind. by vol 3 I’m always too emo tho

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tbh i think vol. 2 is the best, too

I’m a masochist I like to suffer

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which vol. do u think is the best?

y'all are gonna hate me but 2

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GABES ARC WAS SO SAD. He was nothing but a wonderful friend to Ryan and he just wanted everyone to be happy even if it didn't benefit him but then he thought he had a chance! He had feelings! It's honestly so unfair, he deserved better and I don't think I will ever get over it.

I know!!! I wish he got a happy ending :( breaks my heart but it makes the story so interesting

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I put off reading throam for so long because I KNEW I would love it and after finally giving in, I just finished throam and I honestly don't know what to do? I felt so many things and loved the bands and the sounds I came up with in my head for each of them and I spent so much time rooting for Ryan and Brendon and I don't know what to do with myself now, I need more?!

I JNOW it really fucks u up

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favorite THROAM scenes in no particular order → over the tracks (book i, chapter 10)

“So did you and Spencer break up, or what?” he now shoots at me, and I feel like he has just plunged his hand into my guts and ripped them out. “I pay attention,” he says obnoxiously. “You know nothing about that.” “Funny thing is that you’re so blatantly heartbroken over it, yet Spencer seems to be doing just fine.” Without thinking about it, I curl my hand into a fist and punch the wall right next to his head. His eyes widen in surprise, but he stands his ground in defiance. That’s his problem. He doesn’t know when to back off. He stares me down, and I have never met anyone who has been able to read me as easily as he does. The space between us is minimal, and my blood boils. “Fuck you.” “Fuck you,” he counters just as venomously. I close the gap between us and kiss him hard.

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favorite THROAM scenes in no particular order → over the tracks (book i, chapter 7)

“Come here,” I say, and he lifts an eyebrow as I step closer. “What?” “I was a dick to you last night. Believe it or not, I do know when I’m being a dick.” “Count me amazed.” I take another step and am in his space. Brendon is looking at me with a puzzled expression. I begin to lean in as I whisper a teasing and smug, “Let me apologise.” Brendon freezes slightly, eyes widening. “What are you doing?” “Pitying you,” I shrug with a smirk, amused by the thought of all the action he thought he’d be getting on this tour, leaning in the rest of the way until my lips find his. It doesn’t gross me out either, a kiss one way or another has never meant anything. Just skin on skin. That’s what I expect, and I have already visualised his snappy comeback and me laughing at him some more after this. But then the joke is gone. Our lips touch, and it’s not funny anymore.

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favorite THROAM scenes in no particular order → wolves vs hearts (book i, chapter 6)

His beer bottle is still between us, and I reach out to take it. He loosens his hold, and I look him in the eyes. He’s starting to look a bit flushed. I knock down the rest of his beer and place the bottle next to mine. He shifts, like this limbo is killing him, and he brushes against me, legs and crotch, and I place a hand on his hip. He stills. Doesn’t say anything. Ducks his head, like he’s just going to focus on breathing. I lean close, right into his space, until my nose touches his cheek. His breaths wash against my lips, so close I can almost taste him, and I try to hold back what could be a whine. My eyes close, and I must be bruising his hip with my too firm hold but he doesn’t say anything. The tip of my nose slides across his cheek, to his hair, and my body feels like it’s been wound up so tight, so fucking tight, and I breathe him in, my cock hardening from his scent alone. I swallow hard. Try to think. Can’t. My hands are shaking, my heart feels like it’s on a suicide mission to die from overheating, and warmth spreads to every cell in my body. He tilts his head towards me, his wet lips briefly making contact with my cheek. I swallow hard before I whisper, “I’m not going to kiss you.” He jerks, a gush of air hitting my cheek. There’s a lull, a momentary silence of neither one of us moving, and then he says, “Don’t you – Because of her, you don’t?” He sounds confused. Breathless. “That’s not what I said.” I push my hips closer until they’re pressed to his. He lets out a surprised groan. The pressure against my crotch lets me properly feel how fucking hard I am, and he must feel it too. Blood pounds in my ears and I try to remain still. “I said that I’m not going to kiss you.” I turn my head, look at him. He’s staring at me, pupils blown, mouth shiny, cheeks rosy. His eyes focus on my mouth. “I can’t,” he whispers, breathing hard, and then he kicks into motion. He fists my hair and pulls me in, our mouths crashing, and it erupts in my chest, all of it, his taste, his hands, his touch.

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favorite THROAM scenes in no particular order → over the tracks (book ii, chapter 3)

The guys stand behind me, waiting, and my eyes find Brendon, who looks as bored as I feel. No one is paying attention to us: the guys are bickering and Pete is trying to chat up one of Iain’s assistants, and I let myself stare at Brendon from across the roof. He looks bored as he puts his fingers onto his temple, pulling an imaginary trigger. I break into a grin. He looks around quickly before mouthing ‘bus’, pointing at himself, then at me, and lifting a rather seductive eyebrow. Now that I think about it, Brendon is actually a bit of a dork. I grin even wider, unable to take my eyes off of him. Flash. I blink rapidly, staring at Iain in surprise. He lowers the camera and hums. “That was the shot. We’re done.”