#. he's still really struggling financially like his life is a fuckin mess

[gingerlee-holds]

Do you know what happened to volleeball bo? I remember the community financially supported him a lot so it was weird to see the blog deactivated. I have not been on tumblr for a while so idk what I missed. Hope nothing bad happened!

its a bit of a weird way to remember him by- but yeah he left tumblr because of safety reasons and because other people in this community made it difficult for him to feel safe

i don't want to go into any more detail than that because this isn't a drama blog where i call out other blogs and get into the mud of everything, im too much of a coward for that

but yeah if anyone who actively made his life harder is reading this, i hope you fall in a large jumping cholla with no clothes <3

[anessthesiaa]

Hello! Could you write Clyde with 40? Some really angsty stuff where he just won't argue with her and he just comforts her after she gets worked up

I sure can! 

Possible TW: just some angst and cussing and arguing

You were never one to fight, and neither was Clyde, most days you co-existed peacefully, maybe a little disagreements that were resolved by playful mocking of each other, nothing serious. Your biggest issues came from finances, with your recent job loss, and having to dip into your retirement you were already worried enough. Clyde, being the optimistic person that he is, never got too worried about it, and had much more of a go-with-the-flow attitude. 

You were trying to tell him and show him how serious the situation was, but he would laugh it off, keep going though the pile of bills on the kitchen table. 

“Y’know, darlin’ if it wasn’t for your little cookware addiction, we’d have some spare change right now.” He laughed. Clyde just did not know how to joke. 

Regardless of if it was a joke, you were hurt. It was a lot of stress to lose your job, lost your pay, had to and take money from savings and from your future, it was a whole whirlwind of emotions.

“Clyde. Are you fuckin’ serious?” You stood up and slammed your fist on the table, trying not to cry, and just becoming more and more furious. “My finances are a problem now?”

“Darlin’...no, I was just jokin’, I promise.”  He said, visibly startled at your anger. 

“That’s not a good joke, Clyde! Y’know that makes me happy, and right now, I could use some damn happiness!” You were growing more and more red in the face, clenching your fists to keep yourself from becoming a weeping mess. 

“Okay, I’m sorry sweet pea, I’m sorry, I know that wasn’t very nice of me.” He pouted at you with his caramel-and-honey puppy dog eyes. 

“It’s just, I need you to work with me! I need you to stop joking, I need you to realize, our finances aren’t the best right now, It’s no time for jokes.” 

“I know, sweetie, I know.” Clyde was perfectly calm as you poured all of your rage out. 

“It’s just fuckin’ everything! I want my damn job back! I want my financial freedom, I want my security back, my whole damn life is over right now, don’t you get that?”

“Mhm, darlin’.” For some reason, his calmness just ignited your anger more. You wanted him to fight with you, you wanted him to show some feelings, something, some response to you, anger, sadness, frustration, anything. 

“Clyde, why aren’t you talkin’ to me?!?” You screamed at him. “You’re supposed to be yelling at me! And… and hitting me! Why aren’t you doing that?!” 

“Darlin’...I’m not gonna, I’m not gonna scream at you, or hit you.” He said softly, now standing up from his chair and nearing you. “You’re really stressed, baby, I know it, it’s okay.”

You took a moment to reflect on the emotions you were feeling, tried to take a few deep breaths, before the tears began to fall. “I’m sorry Clyde, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, darlin’, no worries, can I come give you a hug?”

You nodded, embarrassed to show your face, no matter what anyone said, you were convinced you were the ugliest cryer. Clyde tilted your chin up, using the warm, soft pad of his thumb to wipe the tears away, the solid feeling of his prosthetic arm against the small of your back. “No, no darlin’, look at me, let me see that pretty face of yours.”

You giggled a little through the tears, Clyde always had that ability to make you smile at your worst moments. He pulled you into a full hug, letting you cry into his chest, stroking your back and shoulders to soothe you. 

“Clyde, I’m so sorry, I know you don’t like fightin’, I’m sorry.” You told him.

“Oh darlin’, no worries, it’s okay. You’ve had a rough month, I knew you were struggling, pumpkin’, it’s alright, let me just hold you okay?” Clyde snuggled you closer. “And just so you know.” He paused. “I would never lay a hand on you, not in a million, trillion years.”

“O-okay.” You sniffled and pulled away from him, still holding onto his arms, as he leaned down and kissed you. 

“Darlin’, I promise we will figure this all out, I promise it’ll all work out, okay?” 

“I trust you, Clyde.” You told him. 

You spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch with him, watching whatever seemed mildly entertaining on TV, knowing you did in fact, have a sense of security with Clyde, knowing you both would work it out together.

[ofgeneration]

━ ✧ ( nico mirallegro, 26, he/him ) did you hear about generation’s new record ? it’s totally bitchin’ ! isaac carberry was killing it as lead vocalist. people who have interviewed him say they’re really quixotic & convivial, but they can be sort of impish & ungovernable if you catch him at a bad time. a mischievous grin, northern grit, your ex-record label’s offices looking like a jackson pollock after getting your revenge in the form of vandalism.

hello, my loves! — i’m jess, i’m 22 and over in rainy england. i’m recently done with university which gives me a lot of downtime until i find a job so hopefully i can dedicate a lot of that downtime to this fuckin’ rp because it’s gonna be lit i just know it. i’m a huge stone roses fan and 80s/90s-music-obsessed in general so getting to play this character is super exciting for me, so without further ado, meet my trash son: mr isaac carberry. PLEASE HMU FOR PLOTS!

BACKGROUND

born 14th april 1960 in manchester, england to a normal working-class family, isaac was the first born child of james & rose carberry, with a younger sister coming along a few years later. the little family of four lived fairly happily, but struggled financially just as many people did in northern england at the time. 

when isaac was five, his father lost his job as a result of coalmine closures, and times were tough. however, the family kept their spirits high by keeping close-knit, as well as listening to a whole lotta’ music. music was key in the carberry household. it was all around you at all times.

when times would get particularly bleak, his dad would pick up an guitar and play to the kids. he wasn’t very good but watching someone play an instrument and have fun with it sparked something in the eyes of isaac carberry.

tw violence, corporal punishment — during his teenage years, he was a problem child. he was the kid that always got pulled out of class by the headmaster to receive the cane in his office. he could never sit still, was always cracking jokes when he should’ve been doing his schoolwork, etc. it wasn’t talked about at the time, so it went unnoticed, but what isaac was probably dealing with was undiagnosed ADHD. despite this, though, he was a clever child. he had a way with words and looked forward to english class every week, where he would take great pleasure in writing exercises, especially poetry. 

writing was a dreamy, escapist haven for isaac, and this extended to his life outside of school, too. the works he was producing were mostly tongue-in-cheek, light-hearted stories and poems with a recurring “stop taking life so seriously” theme. when he turned 16, however, these poems began to turn into songs. this started to take up a lot of his time especially when he finished secondary school at 16 and went onto sixth form college, where he took music alongside english.

isaac desperately wanted to learn to play guitar, so that he could form some structural melodies to these songs, but struggled with honing the skill of learning an instrument. luckily, when he was 18, he made three friends who could do just that. the four kids would bounce ideas off of each other and hold jam sessions in the tiny little basement of isaac’s family home, but things never went much further than that (at least not yet, anyway.)

isaac decided against going to university, mostly since his family lacked the funds, and instead picked up a full-time job in a grocery store to help out his household’s shared income. 

in 1979, margaret thatcher came into power as the UK’s prime minister, and times got even bleaker. money was even tighter and the working-class situation became an even harder one to be in. the carberry family started sending isaac out on the street after work to sing some of his songs for tips. 

in 1983, aged 23, isaac was in a dark place. no opportunity, no degree, no wealth in the family to fall back on. he ‘rallied up the troops’ so to speak and practically begged his friends to start a band with him. he had plenty of material, after all.

to his relief, they said yes, and were determined to make it work. they were hungry for attention and throwing themselves at any gig opportunities they could get, to get them a bit of money into their pockets. that was it, GENERATION was truly alive and kicking.

at a show supporting another band, generation were noticed by a fellow musician, who took a shine to the band and booked them to support his upcoming uk tour. thus, the band were rising to prominence. fast forward a year and before isaac even had the chance to process it, generation were shaping up to be the biggest band in the uk. isaac could finally give his family everything they needed to better their situation and was having the most amazing time ever doing what he loved.

after independently releasing their own singles, the band got themselves a record deal in early 1985 and released their first full record, a self-titled album. their management wanted to introduce them to US audiences, and thus — that’s how we find ourselves here. 

PERSONALITY

ok sorry for that LONG ass background here’s the nice lil fun part where we can just dick around lmao hey meet my baby boy chaotic aries who is a lovable mess and i will protect him at all costs

literally so much of his personality is inspired by myself lmao we love an aries legend with ADHD but also i owe some of his characterization to the stone roses’ ian brown so if you ever want a look into isaac, watch some interviews or smth because Big Isaac Mood. the last aesthetic in his app references this video

nice, but a fuckin firecracker of a man. intense boi!! he’s a Lot

on first impressions he’s cool and collected and laidback but when you get to know him he can be very exhausting to be around, talks a lot, never tires of energy, etc

has that lopsided, wonky grin that you can’t help but love

lowkey isn’t really overwhelmed by the fame at all, he’s kind of narcissistic in the fact that he??? just feels like it’s really deserved? he knows hes talented jfjhgfjkghf

lowkey maybe highkey a sweetheart

a favourite with the ladies but not good w commitment

has slept around a lot. ladies, fellas, you name it. probably has it in him to settle down someday since he likes the idea of falling in love, but just hasn’t found it as of yet 

charisma literally oozes from him

tw drugs & alcohol / dOeSnT LiKe To sHoW eMoTioNs but then will literally cry w u and pour his heart out if you’re close enough to him or if he’s hella drunk or high on ecstasy 

Reyt fokin’ northern accent, yeh get meh?

man i dont even know can i just post this dumb shit already because this is getting LONG

WANTED CONNECTIONS

ex-girlfriend / groupie — i have this as a wc on the main

best friends will prob be taken by his bandmates but at the time of writing this only one other spot is taken so maybe ill branch out

give me some ppl who just DONT fucking like him

hookups / ex-hookups

someone he can be a bad influence on

someone who is a bad influence on him

someone he’s had beef w in the industry, maybe they said some shit about his band in an interview or something

a slow burn love interest plot................. listen.... gimme the one person he’s falling for and would consider being tied down for. i’d be so soft for that

gimme anything and everything my babies