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Midwestern emo songs are fucking insane cause it'll be this sad mid boy who can't sing for the life of him and then suddenly they say the most profound lyrics that would make shakespeare, edgar allen poe, and fiztgerald all simultaniously go into a coma and you sit there like hell yeah. anyways.
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encion-side-blog · 7 months
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Kinito wearing my clothes part 2
an outfit i wore yesterday (plus a green Kinemo version since i think kinito's favourite colour is green? idk if its cannon or not.)
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eemoo1o-animoo · 9 months
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DAMNIT, SEBASTIAN! He eats Unhappy Meals now! 😭😭
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whatsgoodshomies · 6 months
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orcelito · 10 months
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Ok so I was wondering like
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Top 0.005% of listeners. That's Pretty Damn Small. But I was wondering Just how small...
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357.1k monthly listeners
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0.005% of 357.1k is... just under 18...
Guys. I'm within the top 20 listeners for IAMX. Period. 🫣
#speculation nation#16K MINUTES OF MY 59K TOTAL MINUTES FOR THE YEAR...#A LITERAL 27% OF ***ALL*** MUSIC I LISTENED TO THIS YEAR........#cant help gettin emo i guess#like i knew he'd be indisputably my top artist but. holy fuck.#THIS ALSO ISNT INCLUDING THE SNEAKER PIMPS ALBUM... which ive listened to obsessively too#as an extension of the obsession with his music. bc he sings in it.#SOMETIMES AN ARTIST HITS U LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN and ur left like. yeah. yeah .#helps that hes got so many albums so i spent Months slowly making my way through them all.#but then i just kept listening to him bc his music just... scratches an itch in my brain idk.#in part it's the grief. Metanoia was a crutch of an album after my uncle died.#and also with my cat... it was just. nonstop IAMX. for Months.#ive been branching out more again recently bc i do like some variety in the music i listen to#but if i want music but dont know what to play it just always ends up going back to IAMX#because it's dependable. it's enjoyable. it's Comfortable.#his music feels like a reset button for me. like returning to a dark room to sleep at night.#it's not dark for the sake of darkness. but for the comfort of it. existing honestly. existing without fear of judgement.#and bringing the analogy together i really have listened to his music to help me sleep a few times#not often just bc i usually dont listen to music as i sleep. im a light sleeper so i need white noise.#but there were a few times i found myself without a working fan. so i turned to his music to act as white noise instead.#not actual white noise of course. but the function of it. the Comfort. the familiarity.#pick one of his lowkey albums and just let it keep going. and it works. it does.#so like. it makes sense. it does. i understand entirely why i rank so high in his monthly listeners.#it's just a bit mind boggling to actually see the tangible numerical value hfkshdjd bc. man. man...
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numetaljackdog · 7 months
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absolutely enraged to learn that a song i really liked from some shitty bandwagon midwest emo band is in fact just a cover of a semi-popular song from the 90s by a far superior artist
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lil-vibes · 1 year
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15!dazai: •-•
mori, a war veteran and a mafia boss, shaking and crying: elise pls get him away from me -
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spidyspence · 1 year
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love that fall out boy have returned to their roots by making the lyrics on this album almost entirely fucking unintelligible
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dcstinyscdgc · 1 month
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She dipped her big toe into the water to ease the way his voice took her by surprise. The edge he carried on a regular basis wasn't the one Ruolan expected then as well. By her own miscalculation, she should've recalled sooner marriage had been put in the furthest of parts of his mind after a mishap with a female cultivator.
The rumors surrounding that had always passed through her head, so she never remembered the what's or whys behind his blacklisting. It just came across as childish and harmful that no one personally took the time to get to know him. To get to know A-Ling either. Who was as much of a part of J.iang C.heng's life as if he were his own, a trait Ruolan admired in him greatly.
And from the list of requirements for a suitable marriage partner - all of them sounded reasonable to her. It wasn't anything she hadn't heard before from reputable men who sought out matchmakers.
"No, that was a sincere question. I want marriage with you, I want to raise A-Ling with you, I want to have children with you, if it's up for consideration. You don't have to answer now, but if the answer is no, then the answer is no, and I want to know what I am to you in that case." She turned her head to look at him.
[ x ] + @diivineray ft. J.iang C.heng
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stewiefanumtax · 10 months
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(WAKE ME UP) WAKE ME UP INSIIIIDE (CANT WAKE UP) WAKE ME UP INSIIIIDE
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Impatience fills the air. Like a tiger ready to strike or a coiled band bending to break. The atmosphere hangs heavily between you, Cove, and Baxter.
It was a normal evening for the three of you, or as normal as your new relationship could be. An evening spent in and enjoying each other's cooking that started out playful slowly turned more and more heated as the night went on.
With the food eaten and the dishes being washed, the tension was palpable. Baxter is on washing duty, while Cove dries and you put the dishes away. Every touch as plants were passed lingered, and glances got more and more heated.
Finally, the band broke. Lunging forward, you grab Baxter by the collar and push him against the sink. He raises his eyebrows at the suddenness but melts into the kiss with a needy moan.
Cove sheepishly glances over his shoulder at the two of you, wet dish still in hand. His eagerness bleeding through, but his shyness halting him from making any sudden moves.
Your tongue slips into Baxter's willing mouth, welcomed with a needy moan. The both of you were nearly lost in your heated embrace. Tongues pressing against each other and hands desperately clenching clothing. Yet your mind couldn't help but wander to your other partner. A sidelong glance reveals Cove standing off to the side, wet dish in hand, his want so earnestly on display.
Well, that certainly wouldn't do.
Working on pure impulse, you grab onto Cove's shirt in a blind grab and pull him towards you. Breaking the kiss with Baxter, you swiftly direct your attention towards your sea formed haired lover. A startled squeak escapes his lips as you lean forward to press your lips against his.
Baxter observes you two through hooded eyes, slumped against the counter as he desperately tries to catch his breath.
"As fun as kissing in the kitchen is, do you mind if we take this a bit more comfortable?" Baxter asks.
You loathe to put an end to your sudden make-out session, but you could see the appeal of the suggestion. You didn't want one of the first times the three of you were intimate to be in a kitchen.
With a grumble, you lean away from Cove, who gives you a confused look.
"H-huh? We're- what?"
Obviously, he didn't hear what Baxter had suggestioned, to preoccupied with having your tongue down his throat. With a laugh, you pull Cove by the hand and grab Baxter's on your way, too.
It was a bit awkward trying to lead them both, but by Baxter's pleased snicker, you guess that the two of them made due. It wasn't long before the three of you arrived at your door, which you kicked out as you were out of hands to open it with.
"Um, I could have opened that for you." Cove states behind you.
Yet you pay him mind, quickly leading your two lovers towards the bed. Cove falls first onto it, and you halt Baxter with another kiss.
Grinning, he leans into it, and you push him into Cove's lap. Cove gratefully accepts his gift and wraps his lips around Baxter's neck while your own is still pressed against Baxter's. Trailing kisses up and down the shorter man's neck, Cove stops at his mole. Knowing that it's one of the most sensitive spots on his body, Cove ghosts his lips over the spot.
With a choked-off moan, Baxter gasps against your lips. An airly chuckle escapes your lips, and you ever so slightly lean away, just to enjoy the sight of Baxter squirming against Cove. The taller man was caging him in with his body, holding him against his chest as he teased the skin around Baxter's oh so sensitive mole. Baxter wasn't that short of a guy, but Cove was extremely tall, and he used every inch to his advantage as he held Baxter against him.
It was obviously doing something for Baxter, too, judging by the way he leaned back into the hold, as if he wanted to envelop fully. With a smirk, Baxter glances towards you, obviously wondering where you've gone, but not too disappointed with who you left him with.
Before he could say a no doubt sophisticated and playful remark, you leaned forward and captured his mouth in a kiss. Yet this kiss was less about getting acquainted with the inside of his mouth and more about exploration as your hands trail alongside his body.
Reaching his crotch your hands confidently pressed against it, earning your a groan from the monochromatic man, which you happily swallowed. Baxter was throughly overwhelmed sandwiched between you and Cove, a fact he was acutely aware of. When you leaned back to catch your breath, Baxter stammers out:
"Don't- don't you two want to enjoy each other's company a bit more?"
Grinning deviously at him, you very much did not. Content with overwhelming him with pleasure he never thought he would receive. Cove obviously had a similar thought as he reached around Baxter to undo his shirt buttons.
"No." He whispered bluntly into the shell of Baxter's ear, earning him a delicious shudder.
With a defeated sigh, Baxter relaxes into the hold. "Well, I wouldn't stop you two since you're so determined."
"Good, you couldn't if you tired." You reply with a grin before dropping to your knees.
Hastily, you grab onto Baxter's belt and loosen the buckle. Flinging it over your shoulder the moment it's loose enough you make quick work of the buttons and zipper, cursing yourself for not removing his clothing before sitting him down, but too impatient to stop now. With an annoyed grunt, you pull down his pants, not even bothering to remove them fully, and let them hang around his ankles.
Finally you see what you're been thinking about all night, Baxter's cock. Unfortunately, it's still clothed by his cute leaf boxers, but it's half hard and dripping, creating a wet patch. You knew that Baxter was needy, but you didn't know that a few kisses were all that was needed to get him this worked up.
Kissing the wet patch, Baxter bucks against you, almost hitting you in the face. Luckily you're able to lean back before he does.
"Sorry, th-that was rude of me. I just- hmp!" Baxter throws his head back with a moan as Cove sucks a hickey around his mole while his hands reach down to hold Baxter down.
"Don't worry, I'll keep him still for you." Cove states.
You know that Baxter isn't going anyway with Cove holding him down. His hard earned muscles he got from his summers of surfing being put to use as he holds Baxter tightly against him.
With a smirk you pull the leaf boxers down to his ankles, and enjoy the sight of Baxter's hard cock leaking against his stomach. Licking your lips you lean forward to give his slit a kiss, earning you a breathy groan.
Cove's hands wrap firmly around Baxter's thighs, spreading his legs for you and holding him in place.
"Good luck, you're going to need it." He says ominously into Baxter's ear.
"I- what?" Baxter asks confused, he's never been victim to your mouth on his cock before, unlike Cove who knew exactly what you're capable of.
Before he can get an answer, your lips wrap around his dick. You only take a moment to savor the taste of his precum and compare it to Cove's, before your tongue works its magic.
"Ugh! O-oh, my- hmp! Now wait just a- fuck!" Baxter throws his head back with a throaty groan. You're glad that Cove had the foresight to hold Baxter down, because the way he's thrashing right now would surely dislodge you from your spot. Fortunately, with his strong hold, Baxter remains held in place as you treat him to the otherworldly experience of your mouth.
No amount of squirming, thrashing, or withering could deter you, as Baxter quickly surmised, not that he stopped doing any of those things as you sucked. The moans and groans you pull out of him are entirely involuntary, as Baxter would prefer if you and Cove didn't hear such neediness from him so early into your relationship. But there was no helping it, and he quickly spilled a mix of "Please," "Oh god," and language you didn't think the normally sophisticated man would ever confess to knowing.
Cove decided that he wouldn't completely overwhelm the poor man, at least, not yet, and took a break from painting his neck with hickeys. Instead, he was content to watch Baxter lose all sense of composer against him.
"Fuck- please, oh God I can't!" Baxter moaned, and that was all the warning before he came into your mouth.
Normally, he was a lot more polite, warning about any spilling, but all sense of decency was clearly sucked out of him. You let yourself enjoy the unique taste of his spent before swallowing, mouth still wrapped around his dick. Baxter mewled softly at the sensation but was too worn to complain.
Leaning back you wipe all drool and uncaught cum from your chin with the back of the hand, and chuckled when you caught sight of Baxter.
You were getting used to seeing him more relaxed and messy, but you have yet to see just how far he could let himself go until now. He laid boneless in Cove's hold, the taller man's hold being the only thing keeping him unright. His eyes were glossed over and his pupils were so dilated that it made him look cat like. Mouth hanging slightly open, a few drops of drool spill down his chin.
Cove is no longer holding him so tightly, instead choosing a loser hold against his chest. Leaning down, he presses a kiss onto Baxter's forehead, and that seems to snap him out of his daze.
Looking down at you with hooded eyes accusatory, Baxter asks:
"Where in the world did you learn to do that with your tongue?"
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razorroseart · 1 year
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So, the past week has kinda sucked so I decided to finish a project for me. A prop I have been chasing for 10 years. These are my MCR Danger Days pistols for my OC Silver Slinger the pistols are named Envy and Spite, the blue is envy and the white is spite. I may do a full backstory in a reblog.
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xorchidxchickx · 26 days
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🍂🌲✨
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starboy14176 · 3 months
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I love the little stars in our bio. Like literally ⭐️⭐️⭐️ bro
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deklo · 9 months
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been rly into midwest emo noise pop lately
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I did a Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge vinyl because I've been listening to this album non-stop since I've received the cd
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