#FUCKIN PARAMORE

[owtenen]

losing my mind imagining etho driving in his car irl listening to misery business like what the fuck

[andoutofharm]

[thoughtofadumbteenprotagonist]

the only time misogyny is acceptable when it’s in a song that’s either A) by a woman or B) insanely funny or C) both

[themediocregatzby]

what in the taylor swift reputation era is going on with all the paramore socials right now

[essektheylyss]

Paramore "This Is Why" song of the summer (for the introverts)

[bl00dh0rs3]

[clownsoflove]

y'all I'm gonna see boygenius and carly rae jepsen this july!!! and illuminati hotties are the opener so it'll be my second time seeing them!

[chaos-and-recover]

Tagged by @life-b4-death 4 albums I've been listening to lately

Gonna specifically tag @earthaboveskybelow @fragmentsofemily @invincible-selfxmade-punk @larry-david-lynch @dirt-mccracken and anyone else who feels like it but you totally don't have to.

[determination-personified]

"So. Whatta gonna do when world don't orbit around you?"

[cainite-bite]

literally Situationship is just the dumbest fucking term i have ever heard

[sturnsdarling]

it's 2am, and I miss you

You and Matt broke up months ago, but he cant seem to get you out of his head.

vibe check: smut with little to no plot, public (car) sex, exes hooking up, confessions of love, SUPER FLUFFY

1k words

A/N: i'm a sucker for a boy who yearns for his ex, thats all.

love and cigs, merc

Matt had messaged you nearly an hour ago, and despite both being adamant on 'just talking', somehow you ended up in the more than compromising position you currently found yourself in.

You were half pressed against the door, half against the seat, joggers somewhere in the footwell of Matts car, bare chested and moaning his name over and over again as he fucked your warm, wet pussy.

Matt was a whimpering mess, thrusting into you desperately, lips locked on yours as he moaned into your mouth, chasing any ounce of friction he could as you clenched around him. He was clinging onto you for dear life, as if he was afraid you'd slip away if he let go.

"i've missed you so fuckin' much" Matt groaned, bucking his hips into yours, one hand on your face and the other on the steamed up window behind you

You moaned in response, unable to form a thought after your multiple orgasms and the sensation of Matts length stretching you out with a blissful sting.

"can't go a day without thinkin' about you, all the time, s'always just you, m'only ever thinkin' about you" Matt rambled into your mouth, kissing you between words.

you whimpered, "I've missed you too" You kissed him back, reeling in the taste of him on your tongue after all this time. He always tasted so sweet, like soda and gum.

Matt groaned at your words, fucking you harder, relishing in the fact that you missed him and unable to hold back. Your words alone could make him cum, but he didnt want this to be over yet.

He pulled out of you, shifting you up the leather seat and getting to his knees in the footwell in one swift motion. Your legs were hooked over his shoulders, and within seconds his mouth was attached to you throbbing pussy.

Your head flung back at the sensation, unable to stop the guttural moan that left your throat as he sucked on your puffy clit. Your hands came to his hair instantly, pushing him deeper into you as he groaned, his noises vibrating over your core.

Matt was devouring you, chasing the sweetness of your pussy that he'd missed so much as he absentmindedly bucked his hips into nothing, getting off on the sounds you made and the way you tasted on his tongue.

"fuck, Matt, don't stop, please" you moaned, you were already shaking, the quick change in stimulation making your head spin.

Matt didn't stop, he kept his pace, massaging the flesh of your thighs with his big hands as he sucked and lapped at your pussy, his moans sending vibrations through your whole body as yours filled the car.

He was like a man starved, sucking, lapping and kissing at your pussy like it was his last meal. his mouth was warm over your clit, his wet tongue periodically dipping into your dripping hole as he continued his meal.

Your whole body was shaking, and your pussy clenched around nothing as your stomach tensed over and over again, making your hips buck into Matts face. He buried himself deeper, near enough hunting your orgasm as he urged it to come out.

With a breathless moan of his name, you came all over Matts face, his movements not faltering until you were nearly vibrating with how much you were shaking. He loved it, watching you lose yourself on his face as he brought you to mind boggling orgasm over and over again.

Once your muscles had relaxed, he rose up your body, taking your face in his hand once more and pulling your lips to his as he thrust his throbbing cock back into your spent pussy. He moaned into your mouth as he bottomed out, you biting down on his lip at the slight overstimulation as he began to fuck you once again.

The taste of yourself on his tongue was euphoric, and the feeling of him thrusting into you, his hands on every inch of your skin and his moans filling your mouth was more than overwhelming.

Matt was completely lost in it, moaning your name over and over again as he chased his own high, fucking you with desperate movements.

"let me cum inside you, baby, please, let me make you mine again" Matt whimpered into your mouth.

"please, Matt, please" you cried out, tears pricking at your eyes as he pounded into you.

"say it, baby, lemme hear you say it" Matt said, pausing his attack on your puffy lips and pulling away slightly to look into your eyes.

"make me yours again, Matt, please" you said, eyes pouring into his as his thumb nearly pressed bruises into your cheek.

Matt crashed his lips against yours once more, pressing his warm tongue to yours with a moan, "I love you so much" Matt said, just before letting out a final stuttering moan into your mouth as he released strings of warm cum into the depths of your pussy.

He stuttered above you, bottoming out completely, pressing his hips tight against yours as he fucked the last strings of cum into your already soaked walls. He detached his lips from yours, resting his forehead against yours as he caught his breath.

Your hand came to his face, stroking away the beads of sweat that had formed on his temple.

"Matt?" you said softly.

He hummed in response, still breathless.

"I love you too" you said, pushing his head off yours slightly to try and catch his eyeline.

Matts eyes fluttered open, them moving between yours as he processed the words that had just left your mouth.

"say it again" he muttered, making a triangle with his sights between your eyes and lips.

you chuckled, "I lov-" your sentence was cut off by Matt attaching his lips to yours once more, this time, so soft it could make you cry. His lips slotted into yours perfectly as he closed his eyes gently.

You kissed him back, pulling him deeper into you with a hand on his face.

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[goblinbabe666]

that’s what you get//paramore

[userparamore]

“But whether it’s at our shows, how we conduct ourselves or what we choose to highlight, I want people to look back on the diversity of the crowds when we’re on stage and how beautiful that is to us. To me, that is a much better legacy to leave behind than fuckin’ bops, you know? We want to make great art, but more than anything, we just hope that we can make people feel welcome.”

PARAMORE for the line of best fit | photography by zachary gray

[dabisair]

Dabi x gn!reader

Warnings: talk of death, reader is implied to be in therapy, Dabi is definitely nothing like Dabi, soft Dabi.

A/N: Uhh I guess I just need a hug? That's it, that's your summary too. Reader just needs a hug.

“Tell me why I’m humoring you right now.”

“Because you like me more than you want to admit.”

“Ha ha ha. Very funny, doll.”

“Because I knew you would be awake, and you knew you would answer?”

“Alright, alright,” Dabi sighs, shifting fabric reaching your ear as he moves, “so?”

“So…”

“Th’fuck’re you callin’ me for at two in the morning?”

“I don’t- sorry, I know, I just… I can’t put it into words, I guess.”

“Whatever.”

“I don’t really have a reason to be here, you know?” you pick at your quilt. A panic attack was keeping you awake, and you hoped that talking to someone as apathetic and uncaring as your raven-haired paramore would help, “I don’t have a purpose.”

Dabi scoffs, the sharp sound of a lighter coming to life bringing a small smile to your lips, “not the person you should be talking to about that, doll. I ain’t no help. Call that stupid bird, he’s a hero, he can help.”

“Yeah, that’s why I called you. I’m offended, honestly. You think I’d call him? Ew. Gross. I’ll pass.”

The howl of laughter that escapes Dabi - pure delight and ecstasy at your disapproval in regards to the wing hero - brings a bigger smile to your lips. Calling Dabi, well, that was the right choice. Talking to him was already helping!

“Tell me what else you’d pass on~”

“Oh my god, everything? Whatever comes out of his mouth is just pretty words and prettier lies. I have no interest. There’s little he can do to actually keep my eye.”

“Yeah~? Glad you feel that way - but for what it’s worth, I still think you should have called him, not me.”

“Why, cuz I’m sad and lonely and hate every second I spend alive? Call him so that he can swoop in on his big wings and save me?”

“I mean, sure. Better than talking to a villain about it.”

“Hey,” you wet your lips, shifting on your bed, “you are a villain. You would do it if I asked you to, right?”

“Do what?”

“Kill me.”

His silence carries from where he is, to where you are, a terrible weight that sits on your shoulders. It forces a sigh from your lips, “living is difficult and I don’t like it. I don’t like difficult things. I don’t like working, but I don’t like having nothing to do. I don’t like being awake. I don’t like being alive. If I had a choice in the matter, I would have rather never been here a single second.”

Dabi maintains his silence, but his next breath is one of anger. His heat is palpable despite the distance between you.

“Keep talking like that and I will kill you.”

“Date and time?” you try to joke, a nervous laugh bubbling up your throat.

“You have the fuckin’ gall to ask me to kill you and then be afraid of the prospect?”

“Yeah? That’s the funny thing about it, D - or I guess, the annoying thing about it. I am scared. Maybe when it happens I won’t be, but y’know, I like to think about things.”

“Stop thinking about it, then.”

“I can’t turn it off like that,” you huff, leaning back against the headboard, “I try, promise.”

“If anyone should be thinking like that, it’s me, dumbass.”

“But you have a purpose. You have a drive. You have a reason to be here - what reason do I have? None.”

“You have a life,” he snaps, and you think that maybe he was right. You should have called Hawks, because in your knowledge of Dabi being a villain, you had always thought he would never be bothered by you talking about the things that troubled you the most.

Evidently, you were wrong; you were wrong because his breaths are heavy with anger, and his tone is laced with distress.

“Friends, family, you have that.”

“And they have each other. My friends have other friends. My family has other family. They don’t need me - I’m not needed. My presence it’s not… it’s not needed. I don’t bring anything special or important to anyone around me.”

“You little brat,” he spits; something breaks in the background, and you’re not sure where he is, but you’re immediately worried.

“Don’t do something stupid, D.”

His laugh is incredulous, “me do something stupid? Take a look in the mirror, baby! You don’t want me to do something stupid, then stop talking stupid.”

“... okay. Fine. I see your point. I still don’t want to be here.”

“Because no one needs you?”

“Yeah.”

“I need you.”

You jump in your skin, hearing double. There’s a knock at your window. You stare at him, leaning against the glass, eyes illuminated by the azure flames he has simmering in his chest.

“Uh--”

“That date and time you wanted? Right fucking now,” he gives your window a good whack with flat of his fist. The blow is strong enough to put a few cracks in the glass, “open the fucking window.”

You drop your phone on the nightstand, not as scared as you thought you might be. He’s pocketing his own phone by the time you get to the window and unlatch it to let him in. He backs you right up to your bed, knocking you down onto it with his chest.

His finger is in your face as he leans over you, rage making the skin under his eyes bubble, “I’m not your therapist.”

“Nope, no, no you’re not.”

“But I know when you’re panic-talking.”

“Source needed.”

“Source being how well I fucking know you.”

You reach up to cup his face in your hands, the realization settling in that you actually scared him. Now you feel the tears gathering in your eyes, taking a deep breath to stabilize yourself. It becomes more difficult when he covers one of your hands in his.

“Sorry,” you muster, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He makes no effort to deny it.

“I just - I just struggle to find a reason to be here - to want to be here. It takes too much effort to be alive.”

“Then let me be your reason - tonight, at least,” he leans back, balancing on his knees as he shucks off his jacket.

You feel infinite amounts better when his weight settles against you, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. Weary eyes slide closed, fingers twisting in the back of his loose shirt.

“Next time, just tell me you need a hug.”

“Okay.”

“You’ll have to make this up to me,” his words are warm, face nuzzling against your neck.

“Okay.”

[atyourmerci]

✩maddas mind✩

atyourmerci masterpost

As promised the 1K follower cele!!!

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maddas fic rec hall of fame

(The ones I could find)

Deliverance

Priest abby. When I tell you I think about this daily. Truly one of the most immersive erotic forms of POETRY I’ve ever read. World building, character development, BANTER- there’s not a thing I’d change about this.

I do desire we may be better strangers

Childhood best friend abby. This story wrecked me in the most beautiful way. I messaged the author after reading because I needed to know EVERYTHING about the dynamic of abby and reader. This inspired to the light is to the darkness I was so hung up on the world. such a tender story.

Are you sure miss

I was such a holdout on farm abby at first but I read this and it literally flipped a switch in my brain. Anything rose writes I’m fuckin sat but this one holds so dearly to my southern heart. Also this story inspired ‘anything for you miss’ that will probably see the light of day 40 years from now

Perfect sin

One of the first authors/fics I read for abby so this holds dear to me. Got me into sub!abby. I have reread this fic a couple times it’s so beautifully crafted.

I know it when I see it

Pornstar Joel. God Idek where to start on this fic. At this point it could be a novel, a movie, a tv series that people would fucking eat alive. I think about this daily. My friend introduced me and we talk about this story everytime we have fic discussion coffee dates.

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maddas fan art hall of fame

Beanie abby

I am kaitie’s #1 meat rider. I have this photo printed out into a Polaroid bc I’m clinically obsessed

Ellabs

This art single handedly turned me into an ellabs apologist

Cowboy abby

No thoughts just abby in a cowboy hat. World shattering

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me me me!

I’m 21 (cancer baby<3) southern belle born and raised in the south (yeehaw) (my friends horse not mine)

Some of my fav artists: Lana, Paramore, Sza, backseat lovers, Nirvana, deftones, tv girl, snail mail, Chappell, lil Wayne

Interests: horror films (esp old ones), fun little drinks, I make my own jewelry!, reading/writing, the moon, wine and a gotdamn cigarette(I’m old okay)

I’m in school to be a marriage and family therapist but currently I’m a nanny :)

I fall somewhere deep between being an introvert and an extrovert. I love clubbing but I also love going nonverbal in my bed

In my free time I do yoga, read, and have existential crisis about comprehending my worth on this planet

As pictured above that’s my son Venus. I got him from someone I met off tinder (prob don’t do this)

This is all that I could think of but if you wanna know anything just ask! I’m an open book and love interacting with you guys :)

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Thank you so much for 1K I truly cannot even fathom this currently. I never thought anyone would be interested in reading my deranged thoughts and mind but yet here we are. Love ya like always <3

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Virgil’s freaking out about something and pops up beside Remus while they were about to start filming. He’s shaking him back and forth while rambling in Spanish

Remus has no fuckin clue what he’s saying and Thomas is frankly a bit concerned

- Vee 💜

I'm cackling at the thought of Vee actually freaking out in excitement while Ree doesn't know what the fuck is going on but he's in concerned Dukey boyfriend mode while Jan just pulls up Google translate like

Virgil: *grabs Ree by the shoulders, shaking him back and forth, grabbing his face and putting it close to his, rambling in Spanish*

Remus: *cheeks being squished by Vee, looking at everyone in confusion and slight panic*

Janus: *on his phone* He said new Paramore just dropped.