#I miss scary Metallica

[vampiressmoney]

This video is intoxicating.

[briyourmotherdown]

guys no one will go see the 72 seasons global premier with me this is an outrage

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

No Nut November - Kirk

A/n: I have decided I'm focusing on unfinished series' first and I will deal with requests later because holy fuck I have a lot and I am ✨overwhelmed✨ so bear with me 🥹

Warnings: Smut, semipublic sex?, oral (m receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Intro

It was barely a week into you staying with Metallica and the guys were all struggling. Kirk was having an especially hard time, partially because you were going after him first.

Kirk was the youngest, the calmest... honestly, he just seemed like an easy target.

He never acted on his thoughts, not that you knew of anyway, but you could see the cracks in his jokes, how he rarely made eye contact with you, left his eyes on you a second or two longer than he should've.

You were making yourself a little midnight snack in the dark, hoping that would keep people asleep since you hadn't felt like dressing up or anything. Also, your midnight snack was utterly atrocious, as is the way with the best of them, and you didn't need people coming in on that.

However, the light flicked on and you turned to see Kirk staring at you wide eyed. Shorts that weren't quite long enough and no shirt, just your bra because it was fucking hot this time of year.

"Hi." You said simply, just to break the awkward silence. Kirk's attention snapped up to your eyes and he smiled at you, crooked teeth and all.

"Hi." He replied, trying to keep his tone normal. "What are you doing?" He asked, coming closer to you.

"Making a snack." You said, continuing to work on your food.

"In the dark?" You chewed your cheek before shrugging.

"Dark doesn't scare me." You said, then you thought for a moment. "Does it scare you?"

"What?" He asked, giving you a look like he was more scared you'd genuinely think that of him. "No, of course not, why would I be scared of the dark?"

You shrugged and sucked your teeth. "I don't know, you watch a lot of horror movies, you might've thought I was some kind of demon."

"Oh, totally." He said with a soft laughter. "You know, I thought you were actually Freddie Kreuger out to get me."

"Right, right, so you came to get me first?" You asked, brow raised at him.

Kirk's mouth opened to say something but he cut himself off. "What the hell are you making?" He asked, changing the subject.

You explained your midnight snack of choice, by that time Kirk got hungry and since you were talking about horror movies he suggested you watched one with him right then. Perfect conditions, middle of the night, everyone sleeping, and you had snacks. Really, there wasn't much too it.

He set up a movie while you got to work on popcorn.

When you came over to him he was all set up on the couch with a blanket and everything. There was tons of space, the whole rest of the couch and other chairs, hell, you could've sat on the floor if you wanted. But you had a plan, and you were going to stick to it.

You sat right beside Kirk, curling up to him. Hesitantly, he returned your little act of affection and held you to his side, squeezing you gently whenever something even remotely scary happened.

You weren't too focused on the movie, you were more interested in what you could get kirk to do. You started rubbing your hand up and down his thigh, listening to his breath hitching and catching his small glimpses down to you.

He didn't stop you from pushing his shorts down and palming his hard-on through his boxers. Soft moans left him, lips parted and eyes looking dazed at the feeling.

You pushed the blanket off of the both of you and slipped off of the couch and onto your knees in front of him. Kirk looked around frantically. "We-we can't. What if-" He was cut off by a moan, which he covered by slapping a hand over his mouth.

You were pulling his shorts and boxers down, his cock springing free and hitting his abdomen, already red and leaky with pre-cum. "Don't worry," you said, trailing a finger up his length, "no one's coming down. The lights are off, they won't even notice us."

"What about the movie?" He mumbled. You glanced over you shoulder at the movie still playing.

"Then they'll notice you." You said with a shrug. He didn't look too convinced but he definitely relaxed when you took him into your mouth. He didn't care of someone came and saw you, he barely cared enough to cover his mouth as your head bobbed up and down on him, slurping, sucking and licking on him.

He spread his legs further and his hand went to the back of your head, guiding you on him, not that you needed it. His hips bucked up, pushing him deeper into your throat.

You felt him pulsing, veins on your tongue, tip hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes watered and drool dripped out the corners of your mouth. You kept your eyes on him, watching him carefully and taking mental snapshots of his expressions.

You heard noises coming from upstairs, Kirk did as well. "Stop, we have to-to stop." He said, voice breathless. Despite his words he kept pushing you back down, keeping himself in you. "Someone's gonna- fuck-!" He squeaked, holding a hand over his mouth tighter.

His body seemed to flare up, weakly trying to push you away while simultaneously holding you in place, hot cum spurting down your throat.

You pulled the blanket over you and Kirk pulled a few pillows over in a feeble attempt to cover you before the lights flicked on showed Lars standing by the stairs, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Fuck are you doing?" He grumbled, accent painfully strong with sleep.

"Watching the, uh..." Kirk stammered, pointing to the TV which still had the horror movie going.

Lars stared at him, there was no way he didn't notice the strange lump on Kirk's lap but he didn't bring it up and just nodded. "Go to sleep, weirdo." He grumbled, turning the lights back off and heading back upstairs.

You waited to here the door to Lars's room close before pushing the blanket off of you once more, finally pulling away from Kirk and wiping your mouth.

You stood and pushed your shorts and soaked panties down before sitting next to kirk. "My turn~" You said, grinning widely. How could he say no?

[deathclassic]

weekly tag wednesday thursday

thank you for taking the time to tag me in this, it is greatly appreciated <3 @iansw0rld @sgtmickeyslaughter @energievie @mybrainismelted

@creepkinginc and @jrooc

oh hi. fancy seeing you, here! today we're talking music 🎶 so put on a playlist and play along.

name: molly

what is the most listened to artist in your music app of choice this month? bring me the horizon

what song do you know all the lyrics to? the entire one direction discography, all of it, including unreleased songs

what song do you pretend to know all the lyrics to and sing along to even though you don't? oh any metal song, im there for vibes

if you were to be crowned queen/king/royalty of listening to a band or artist, who would that be? bring me the horizon LMAO

what band/artist surprises you the most on your frequently listened to artists? metallica bc i hate metallica

favourite line from a song (or one you have been thinking about lately)? the chorus of 'meant to die' by the used

guilty pleasure band or song? i dont believe in guilty pleasures, i like what i like

okay let's talk fandom music:

fave band or song you've discovered from a fan fic? ah none? all the songs i can picture i already knew tbh

fave fanfic playlist? the one we'll be making for our summer bunk submission

fave gallavich song? basic instinct

do you listen to music recommended by the writer or an included playlist? depends, i dont like listening to music when reading but sometimes i do after

what song do you think is gallavich coded? safe and sound by tonight alive. no one will listen to it though so they dont know what theyre missing out on but i think you can listen from either of ian and mickeys perspective and it works

what’s a bop you want to share with your mutuals today? im getting ready for emo vs horror night and im keen to check out the headbang basement so probably 'saturday night' by misfits lol

im not tagging anyone as always bc that is too scary for me and all my mutuals have been tagged already and i dont want to bother them anymore

[umhuhwellthen]

Fucking finally

Spidersona/OC for tmnt 2k3

Inspired by the Peacock Tarantula(Poecilotheria metallica)

v0.1, v0.2, v1(?) Click For Better Quality

This spidersuit was hell, I hate clothes design

I'm a stubborn bitch though and I was gonna make sure this bitch had tarantula fluff somewhere

I think ver3 might be his final suit design but I included the others I liked to a degree because I'm open to constructive criticism about the design and may pull some stuff from old designs

Disclaimer: For the pose and to make it look a little like tmnt 2k3 art style to my brain I traced over art from a scrapped stealth suit concept for Mikey

He's missing a head because I didn't draw it lol I was too focused on the suit also I'm undecided on how his hair should look like in spidey mode

I originally concept arted him with a crop top jacket with rolled up sleeves and a fur collar but idk if that would make him look too busy...

Also his mask looks like that cuz it's a mouth guard-domino mask combo like DC's Red Hood has sometimes, cuz he has a scary spider mouth to scare criminals with and it helps protect his identity

[rejectofsociety]

🔥 abt anything ur heart desires

I’ve been thinking about this extensively so here we fucking go.

Music doesn’t have to be good to become popular. Music can be mediocre at best and still do incredibly well, gaining millions and millions of fans with very little effort from the artist. It’s like beige paint, in a sense. Beige is not the most interesting or expressive or intimate color out there, it’s pretty bland on its own. And yet so so many people paint their houses with beige paint because it looks just good enough to fit in just about anywhere. Music can be built on algorithms, have incoherent, insincere, overall just-not-that-good lyrics, and be bland— it can sound like fucking beige paint— but as long as it hits enough taste buds, that’s fine.

More and more, music gets watered down and bastardized just to reach as many people as possible and I really do feel like the internet and social media can be blamed here. Social media has gotten the youth very comfortable and come to accept a very sanitized version of the world. Whether it’s skinny white girls on instagram showing off their excellent vacations or otherwise, people are being fed insincerity— to the point of expecting it everywhere they go— and it touches every part of society (god forbid women have body fat or body hair, god forbid men aren’t tall or muscular), but it especially touches music.

You can sing about the same break up for ten years with lyrics that are meant to look like something but are actually fuck-all, playing the poor-little-me card, as long as you’re pretty enough (a certain blonde with red lipstick should come to mind). Nobody wants to sing about real shit anymore.

It hits me extra hard for punk and metal, especially seeing these people try to make metal music but even that is somehow sanitized. These kids are too afraid to make shit for themselves and be messy with it. Where’s the hand painted patches and greasy hair? No one does that shit because it’s not instagram-worthy. If you like pop punk and metalcore, that’s great, honestly, there’s very talented bands in both those genres and I’ve enjoyed both a fair amount. But they are much cleaner than crust punk, anarcho-punk, thrash metal, death metal, all that messy, nasty shit. And I miss the messy nasty shit, but it just doesn’t get popular anymore since people are too worried about presentability. I’ve even seen this sort of resurgence in nu-metal, but for fuck’s sake— it’s clean.

Fuck, even Metallica, with their resurgence hurts to watch. They’ve completely lost their ability to play real metal and, while they have a few gems, they’re mediocre. Especially compared to other thrash metal bands. But, they’re catchy (metal isn’t fucking made to be catchy) and because they’re catchy, they hit enough taste buds that they’ve become the most mainstream thrash metal band. Leaving other thrashers in the dust. (For example: Megadeth, who didn’t want to sing about the scary sandman or apocalypse but about real shit like corruption in the government).

So bottom line, everything has to be neat and polished— not good— and people are just okay with that.

Send a “ 🔥 “ and i rant

[queenlua]

fantastic little writeup of a piece of outsider art in a medium (Doom mods) i previously knew nothing about

Given its popularity, Doom is an oddly misunderstood and often mischaracterized game. While it was a cultural sensation around the time of its release in December 1993, helping to bring the massively popular first person shooter genre into being, there's so much about the actual experience of playing Doom that is missed when we only think about the game’s influence on the market. Much of Doom’s initial cultural impact was in how those people who traded floppies with each other of Doom's free "shareware" episode treated the game as some kind of mystery manifestation of an alternate reality. I sometimes imagine that it was spoken about in hushed tones, like the disturbing videocassette at heart of the horror classic The Ring. It was a totally new type of experience, and many people didn’t know how to deal with that. It was beyond a video game. It broke reality. And it was fucking scary. It's worth noting that the atmosphere of Doom is still not exactly like anything else, even today. Surreal, open-ended environments made from odd, nonlinear, multi-layered structures somehow still seem to fit together by some unknown logic. There’s a strangely organic marriage of different moods and influences as well, from Alien-influenced dirty sci-fi tech to Eldritch horror, from cheesy Metallica album covers to more complex psychological horror. The game is hyper violence, hyper intensity, hyper speeds, hyper darkness. These are mystery places, somewhere far from reality [...]

[mandarinmoons]

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots (positivity is cool) 💖

Aww thank you Avis 🥹

Five songs that I've loved recently

1. The Neighbourhood - Cry Baby

2. The 1975 - Sincerity Is Scary

3. Metallica - Enter Sandman

4. Blink-182 - I Miss You

5. Ghost - Mary On A Cross

[cherrydreamer]

Billy spots Holly Wheeler as soon as he turns the corner.

There she is, a pink munchkin in a Strawberry Shortcake nightgown, shuffling along the streets in too-big Cabbage Patch slippers, and even from behind, Billy recognises that giggly ray of sunshine from his Little Tiddlers swim session. But even if this is one of the good neighbourhoods- the kind with double garages and heated pools around the back- he's still getting the heebie-jeebies at the sight of her trudging along like this in the dark of night, all alone. And hey, Billy might be an asshole, but Holly's the only one outta the whole damn Wheeler family that he gives a shit about, so he slows to a stop as he pulls up alongside her and he asks, "I'm pretty sure Little Mermaids like you outta be tucked up on the sea bed right now, Missy."

And his heart cracks, just a little, when she looks up at him with big, watery eyes and says, "I wanna go to Nana's."

"OK?" Billy asks, a little confused, and Holly's bottom lip starts to quiver,

"Mommy was crying again. And Daddy was saying mean things. And they woke me up and it was scary and I didn't like it so I'm gonna go to Nana's house. Nana's always nice."

And, oh, Billy gets that. And he remembers how he used to run away sometimes too, only he had no Nana around, so he'd take himself down to the beach, somewhere where his tears could get masked by the spray of the ocean, and his muffled sobs were drowned out by the crash of the waves.

But that was California. And this is Hawkins. And it's a hell of a lot colder here. And he's always had a soft spot for little Holly and the way she'd try so hard at her lessons and how pleased she was when he taught her how to dolphin dive and how she'd always give him a great big hug at the end of his lessons, burrowing right into his chest and telling him he was her favourite ever teacher.

So of course he tells her to hop on in, explains that it's a little too late to go waking up her grandma, but hey, he'll give her a ride home, and he gets her settled in the passenger seat, cranking up the heat and bundling her up in his way-too-big denim jacket, and the two of them drive around the streets, Holly chattering about the noises that woke her up, the banging and the 'bad words' and the yelling, getting herself all upset again until Billy distracts her by getting her to choose a tape to put on, and Holly spends the rest of the short drive bobbing her head adorably to Metallica, her fingers tip tapping the beat on the well-loved Bedtime Bear she's got perched on her lap.

And she hadn't really gotten herself too far away from her house so she can't have been out long, but Billy's still kinda surprised when no one comes running out to greet them both, half expecting to round the corner and see a distraught Karen and a whole crowd of police officers and search dogs and nosy neighbours congregating on the manicured lawn. But instead, there's nothing. No sign of anyone until he walks up the path and rings the doorbell and Nancy's the one who answers. She takes one look at Holly, still with Billy's jacket falling off her shoulders, and the confusion on her face twists into fury. She reaches out to tug Holly towards her, wrenching her little hand roughly out of Billy's grip and shoving her back into the house, before she's stepping forward to glare up at Billy, spitting venom as she hisses,

"Billy? What the hell? What have you been doing with my little sister?"

And Billy's taken aback by the anger in her eyes and the accusation in her tone, and he can't help but get defensive, sounding just as vicious when he growls out,

"Your precious little sister was out wandering the streets in the middle of the night, and it looks like you didn't even have a clue she was missing. So how about you can it with that attitude, Miss Priss?"

And Nancy doesn't have an answer to that, but she does reach over to Holly and try to pull Billy's jacket away from her, only for Holly to cling onto it, stamping her foot and saying, "No! It's mine! Billy said it made me look badass." And as she lisps the curseword, Nancy shoots Billy another of those filthy looks, and Billy glares back, entirely unmoved,

"Hey, from what she was telling me, the lil gremlin's been hearing much worse coming outta Mom and Pop's mouths recently. So maybe you should try acting like a big sister once in a while and keep an eye on her?"

And he leans around Nancy to give Holly a smile and a wave, watching as she twirls away down the hall with the jacket pooling at her knees, before he turns back to Nancy, voice cold and serious as he says, "I mean it, Wheeler. Jesus, just give her a damn hug then put on a movie and turn up the volume. Cause hearing shit like that? It's not nice for a kid. Kinda fucks you up. Believe me, I know."

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

I miss Eddie.

I miss the way his dimples curve up his cheeks, starting at the corners of his mouth before spreading upwards, the way his smirks start at the opposite corner to his smiles, the way he's either grinning so quickly it's like he's always been grinning because you don't see it grow, or the way it creeps up slowly and then all at once, like falling asleep.

I miss his chocolate button eyes and the way they swim with tears, or the way they look when he's got mischief on his mind, the way they crinkle when he smiles and the way the bags underneath bunch up when he grins. I miss the way his tongue pokes out between his teeth when he's concentrating or when he's trying to be sneaky. I miss the way he throws himself to the floor when he perceives danger or the way he throws himself into danger for the people he deems worthy of it. I miss his long hair and his leather jacket and his Dio patch and his love for heavy metal and his love for life and the way he tries again and again and does his best with what he has and always finds a way to bounce back as strong and as feral and adorable as ever. I miss his strength and wisdom and confidence and beauty and how he's so Eddie, through every rise and every fall, every tragedy and every triumph.

I miss the way he finds, adopts and protects his little sheepies, his family, the way he became for others what his Uncle Wayne is to him, the way he chooses kindness over being as mean to others as they are to him (and believe me, I know well how much violence it costs to even try to be gentle and kind when there is the acid of hate right on the tip of your tongue but you don't want to be like the people who hurt you, you don't you don't you don't), the way he judged Erica how he was judged but then when he's called out on it he realises his mistake and owns it and makes it better and doesn't do it again. The way he tries to mend bridges between Steve and Nancy when he sees that there's more for them because he might be a self-proclaimed cynic but he doesn't want love to go to waste, the way he comforts Chrissy when he sees she isn't okay, the way he throws himself off a bench because he's trying to make her laugh and then they sit and talk and bond and holy shit, maybe not every cheerleader is mean and scary and he's just so emotionally intelligent and he cares, he cares he cares, so much so that if he tried to hold his heart in his hand he would burn himself for all the passion he shows the world.

The way he learned a Metallica song in just eighteen days by ear and by heart, the way he keeps track of and remembers all the details about his campaigns between one Hellfire session and the next, the way he's obviously so clever and driven but the school system doesn't work for everyone and nine times out of ten it sets people up for failure and the way he wanted to graduate because why the fuck else would he try three times for the same damn thing if he didn't care?

I miss the way Eddie laughs, the way he giggles, the way he trips over his own feet while running down the stairs, the way he shouts hi at particles and crosses his fingers behind his head, the way he grins and the way he asks for beer even when he knows it's a bad idea just because he needs something to soothe his jangled nerves. I miss the way he wore everything he loved on his body, made every article of clothing and every accessory count, the way everything he does and is and has is sentimental, the way he loves Uncle Wayne, the way he loves his sheepies and Hellfire, Corroded Coffin, the way he managed to juggle all of this as well as being a drug dealer without getting caught, and still find time to sleep and take care of himself.

I'm sat here typing so fast my fingers are burning and I have a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes and all this love and nowhere for it to go and I miss Eddie Munson. So much and for so many things but most of all, because he's Eddie Munson, and nothing is more special than that. I'd die for him, but more than that, more than that, I'd live for him. Because he's worth it. He's worth all of it.

[goatpaste]

What's your favourite stand from each part?

ohh THATS a hard question for sure,,, like literally because im like,, theres a lot of different merits!

like p3, i really like a lot of them! a lot of them have designs i like and its hard to claim a specific attachment to one specific design that i LOVE a lot lot

like p3, stars an excellent design,, but i also do love miss silver chariot i think shes a cute design and i love a good fencing creature..

but i also really like secondary stand enemies like dark blue moon has always really stuck with me i think its SO doggy cute... and i really like Atum and Cream their both CUTE CUTE design that im very into.

but then i also have a soft spot for stands like Tohth and Bastet i think their very fun and neat...

p4 a lot easier, i really think its Crazy D and if its not him then its Stray cat. i really love them both a lot in design and ability and personality :)

Killer Queen, The Hand and Act 3 Echoes are very close behind i think their also very cute,,, ugh and enigma and highway star have very very fun designs

p5 i will say is a lil hard also! while its not my favorite part theres a lot of very cute stand designs. but because its not entirely my favorite part i dont have STRONG connection to a lot of the stands ykno

i really like spice girl, i love sentient stands and spice girl really is an excellent one, bUT her design isnt my favirote tbh. I really like sticky fingers in design and ability so maybe their my fav? i also really like moody blues a fun design.. Notorious B.I.G. also a cute stand with fun automatic ability... Metallica is a cute cute lil thang.. WAH black sabbath pretty baller and beach boy makes me smile :) i just like it

the sex pistols are also silly guys and Purple Haze is a pretty baller design....

UGH p6,,, lot of good ones there also... idk if this counts but id go with Foo Fighters lol. their my friend :) and if not them.. then i really do like Green Green Grass of Home its just a lil mickey rat type of animal and i love its ability.

very close runner ups for me is Goo Goo Dolls, Kiss and Weather Report...

p7 this ones so easy, its scary monsters. i dont have to think too hard about this one. maybe its my soft spot for Diego talking. but the man knows how to use it in the funniest way possible. like the ability to turn into a fucking dinosaur creature and turn all living things into dinosaurs is so good. aND then turn people into? dinosaur shaped furniture lateR? is SO hilarious... what if he did that to Valentine, that woulda been the funniest way to end that part

Ofc runner ups, Tusk is so creature love its personality, Oh Lonesome Me is a fun simple but nice stand ability, D4C is also baller in design and ability just wish its user was NORMAL, tubular bells also great because i love a balloony doggy :)) and 20th century boy is a very fun design and ability. i love stands not built to fight, i like seeing them exist and adapt to combat heavy story telling ykno

then last p8 which i havent finish so a bit hard to say but im near the end so i should have a good idea that mmm,,

i think honestly! i like soft and wet a lot!! its a cute design and a very fun ability i really do enjoy it. Araki knocked it out of the park with a good protag stand for sure.

but i really do LOVE a lot of the designs and stand in this part theres a lot of good ones... Nut King Call is a GREAT design and an AWesome ability that i wish someone else owned... born this way also really great :) built like a yam

[vampiressmoney]

I miss when James was kinda scary. Like he was going to curbstomp you if you did not participate in the fun.

[astradis]

Hai! Can I request an LFC please?

Name: Matilde

Character: Eddie!

Letter Subject: Fluff please! (Maybe with a bit of angst too? If it's possible!)

Age: 18

AhhHhhh I never requested something like this before so am kinda nervous aosowksmw

UR GOOD, MATILDE!! i remember the first time i req from someone i was so nervous agagaga

i went a little overboard with the angst 😭 i’ll repay you with another scenario where he’s not cold #epic

Matilde,

It’s so cold. I hope this one actually gets to you, my fingers are starting to numb up. Do you remember the day we had our first conversation? I totally dorked out and made a complete mess of myself? Yeah, I wish I could go back to see your face one more time. Mati, I don’t know if I ever told you this but I fucking love you so fucking much. I would do anything to be back with you and everyone else. It’s so cold and scary in here and I don’t know what else to do but keep running. I’m trying my best to keep things as safe up there as I possibly can from all the way down here. I wonder how my life would be like if I ran. I wonder how my life would be like if they brought me back up there. I miss you, I miss you so much. Not even playing my guitar can make me feel better anymore, and the only thing that could probably bring me back to tip top shape is you. It’s so.. cold. It’s so cold. I keep saying that but it is. I’ve been layering with the items of clothing I find. I always write these in your room so I can hear you talk. You’ve been listening to Metallica? Haha, I hope it’s because you feel my energy. I’m right next to you, I can hear your breathing on your bed but it hurts that I can’t see you. It hurts that I can’t do anything but wait. I love you, Mati. Tell Steve he’s a bitch for not being able to carry me out of here.

Eds

[rhaaclaws]

HI rhaast ^_^ throws these numbers at you 9, 25, 30, AND 56 :]

9. Fave fight?

KC AND METALLICA MY BEST FRIENDDDDDD listen its gross but thats one of the things I love about it. like the bullshittery and the thought process from each fighter AND MY FRIEND KCCC WOOOOO its so good I rewatch it so fucking often [and then cry at ep28 to humble myself] Another one of my fav fights is Bites The Dusts and Made In Heaven because these two terrify me sooo much like THE HORRORS. BTD with how I was constantly worried shaking and crying over who was gonna die [and listen. you didn't hear it from me but when I thought rohan was gonna die I was CRYINGGGGG like tears down my face it was kind of gross] and MIH is just auauhghghghgh the HORRRORSSSSSSSS like what the fuck.... it did everything it had to do RIGHT but it hurt so fucking much and that damn ending. makes me want to explode anyways teehe "you daughter is your weakness" Dies

25. Stand ability you think wasn’t used well enough in the series?

Sorry for focusing so much on diu and va I'm just silly BUT. Love Deluxe, Purpy haze and Spice girl. first off ik this is more of just the character instead of stand but shhhhh Yukako could've bodied fucking everyone in that damn cast she'd get kira in one hit as she should! PURPY HAZEEE this is obvious but Please pelsepolease I need to see him again I'm so devastated WITH THAT COOL ASS THEME TOO..... BRUH... anwyays Spice Girl my best friend he could've also done it all but noooo. Whatevers.

30. Rank your order: Jojo main villains

ok im exceptionally bad at ranking things BUT I have two lists, villains I Like and how much they scare me. In terms of who I like

Diavolo [toxic slutch privileges]

Dio [sorry hes just such a bad bitch]

Kars [she's my best friend, not really a villain but deserves to be on here]

Pucci [Many thoughts but I trust my friends like Quintus to do him justice, pucci is funny though but please go to therapy instead of projecting]

The bitch who shall not be named

I JUSTS RELAIZESXD IO FORGOT KIRA. I PROMISE ITS NOT ON PURPOSE I WAS JUST LIKE HMMM WHO AM I MISSING FROM HERE BUT PKFSDFKJHGSDFLKGJSFGJKHSFG IM SORRY I DONT SEE HIM AS A CHARCATER HES LIKE. AN ENTITY BUT NOT IN A FUNNY KARS WAY HE ONLY SCARES ME I DONT CARE ABT HIS CHARACTER anyways these r the ones that scare me [With Kira]

Kira [i think hes the best jojo villain in terms of playing his role and bringing that awful unsettling feeling that shit is WRONG]

I'm gonna be honest everyone else is under here in near the same level because I'm only really scared by kira. pucci isn't scary for me bc i was raised around Catholics, whats he gonna do? preach to me? kars is my friend and everyone else id have no way of meeting bc I'm in Mexico yall stay safe though 🙏

56. Any headcanons?

LITERALLY SOOOOOO MANYYYYYYY im only gonna mention some that im obsessed with rn bc its so much dude I have a google docs just for the main p5 cast and its like. 4 pages long

anywaysssss

Akira and Yukako are siblings its true to me it happened and its real like they're SOOO SIBLINGS. they are going to the powerlines and throwing bricks at it and causing electrical damages I could talk about them for hours

I RLLY LIKE THE ONE where the reason Jolyne can turn her midriff into a Mobius strip for the strings is that Jotaro was so traumatized from seeing Kakyoin having a hole in his stomach he passed that trauma onto her and it was a form of protection so she'd never have to go through that again. there's this one post from a couple years ago that says this beautifully but i don't think i can find it

anyways. funny one next: Tiziano almost exclusively uses toxic paints because "theyre the best quality" best friend that's mercury you're snorting

Fugo cut those holes as a way to 'stay clean' from self harm and as a reminder that he's not touched. victim to victim communication

ALSO i rlly like that idea that stands will manifest if the user is experiencing strong emotions [ex Giorno gets super excited and starts growing flowers around]

another stand based one is that when you get your stand they change something physical abt you [like Yukako's hair got wayyy long and thicker bc of Love Deluxe, Diavolo's eyes turned into that shattered green bc of King Crimson, shit like that]

Abbacchio had one hell of a gender adventure. the 'well I'm fascinated by femininity but I'm not a girl' to 'well i like being called a girl but by strangers by presumption' to 'Wait.'

I was talking abt this to Raph earlier but Reimi likes to scare ppl in the alley like that scene in Beetlejuice with the fucked up faces

She tried it on Yukako and she was like. Holy shit can you do that again?

This is bc Yukako is a horror fan through and through. her gay awakening and first movie crush was the girl from the ring SOBS

Also I see Yukako as a lesbian because her arc literally reminds me so much of comphet and the fucking lengths I've gone to be like 'wellll i Have to like men'

This is stolen from a rlly good fic but Akira was struck by lightning as a kid

Fugo is a fucking HATER. this is just canon but whatevs

I think its be fun for Mista to experiment with the Genderisms through drag

Trish and her punk album can be something so personal

Ok tahts rlly long but im always willing to give hcs on fucking. Anything bc my brain is so fat and juicy with intelligence 24/7 its so hard ANYWAYS THIS WAS FUN

[lars-artrich-blog]

the facebook metallica community is so surreal

[darkdevasofdestruction]

When They Meet Your Ex

Risotto Nero

Risotto would crush your ex’s head between his goth gf tiddies if he ever tries to get anywhere close to you.

You were on a park date on a late evening, not wanting to attract attention, but Risotto’s hat bells seemed to attract all the attention from passer-bys...

And by that, I mean cute little stray kittens would tried climbing up his pants to reach the bells.

Seeing you giggle at that, he only sighed and with the ghost of a smile, he suggested you sit down by the tree and play with the kittens.

It was all super cute at the beginning, seeing your lovely smile made his heart go WRYYYY with happiness, but that was rather short lived.

“Huuh? Y/N, that you? What are you doing with that weird looking clown? And why do you look like you’re wearing his way too large and washed out Metallica Tshirt?” hearing that familiar voice, you gasped and looked up, only to see the irritating face of your ex. “Honestly...Can’t I get a nice and quiet night without you around? Actually, why did you even stop? Come on, go away! I don’t feel like killing my braincells speaking to you again.” you humphed, looking away from him. “Awe, don’t be so hostile with me, babe! You definitely weren’t like that some time ago.” he smirked, as your eye twitched in annoyance. “Don’t call me that! It’s disgusting hearing that coming from your filthy mouth! You lost that privilege long ago!” your voice was lower, dripping with poison with each word. “I don’t think you should be speaking to me like that, considering how much you downgraded. Were you that desperate that you just forced yourself on the first person you saw?” he asked in a patronising voice. “I’m not you to force myself on people who don’t like me.” your voice even harsher now, but your big tiddy goth gf decided to step in. “To think that someone like you would speak like that about my girlfriend in front of me...You sure are a dumb fuck.” Risotto’s deep and dark voice echoed through the park as he stood down, towering over your ex. “Y-You’re not that scary, y’know?” your ex stuttered out those words, but that only made your boyfriend smirk. “Is that so...? Y/N, do I have your permission to teach this shrimp a lesson? No Stand needed, just my fists.” he asked, cracking his knuckles. “Permission granted. Just give me a good view of his blood flying around and I’ll be happy. I’ve been dreaming for this guy to get beat up for so long!” you giggled, leaning down on the tree with a relaxed look, with kittens all over you, as you enjoyed the show, your sweet boyfriend cursing the bastard over and over again, with each punch.

By the end of it, after making sure there’s no more blood on his hands and the jerk ran away, you called him to put his head on your lap, and kissed him tenderly, a smirk on your face.

“Who’d have thought that the best revenge is served bloody.” you chuckled, playing with his beautiful silver hair. “I would know.” he said simply, letting out a calm exhale.

---

Bruno Buccellati

You were at the restaurant with the team, as Bruno was away on a little errand and asked you to make sure the gang doesn’t destroy the restaurant, which wouldn’t really be a surprise, to say the least, but still.

“Okay, Narancia, I know you can do it. This is pretty easy, but you have to focus and take it one step at a time. What is 5 x 6? Take your time.” you asked sweetly, as you stood behind Narancia’s chair, your arms around his neck, your chin resting on the top of his head as he kept thinking and trying to count on his fingers. “Uh....30! Right? Right?” he asked energetically. “Yes, that’s right, congrats! And now, how much is 9 x 7? I know it’s a bit more difficult, but take you time and you’ll get it right!” I tried to hype him up, which made Mista and Fugo chuckle. “I honestly don’t have a clue how you can have so much patience with that braindead idiot.” Fugo complained, leaning back on his chair. “OI! WHO’RE YA CALLING A BRAINDEAD IDIOT?!” Naracia jumped on his feet as if electrocuted, which made me gasp and throw my arms around his torso, trying my best to keep him from fighting with Fugo. “Guys, settle down already! You don’t want to give Bruno trouble, do you?” I tried to reason, but they were long gone in their own word, while Mista was laughing, Giorno was pretending he didn’t know them and Abbacchio was ignoring us by listening to music. “Woaw...You’re a mess as always. Who are these guys anyway? Your groupies? Nah, these 2 seem way too young for that...They couldn’t be your kids, could they?!” a weirdly familiar voice called out from the entrance of the private space where we ate our meals, which made everyone stop what they were doing, snapping their heads towards the new person. “Oh...It’s you. Great, my day can’t get any worse, can it?” I dragged my hand down my face in aggravation. “So they ARE your children! What the hell, you said you didn’t want any children! I begged you so much, and you still denied me! And now?! What the hell, Y/N?!” he shouted, his eyes wide with shock. “These guys are 15 and 17, so if you can come up with a viable explanation on how I, at Y/A years old, could possibly have them as children, then congratulations, you win. Otherwise, I have to say, you’re the most braindead person I’ve ever met...Which wouldn’t be a surprise, considering everything.” I sighed, walking in front of him, staring him down, despite the height difference. “And who do you think you are, speaking to me like that, you little bitch?!” he screamed in your face. “Oi, Y/N, need a little help beating up this guy?” Abbacchio’s low voice called out, but you merely shook your head. “Nah, this is more personal. Listen, idiot, you aren’t allowed here. Restaurant’s rules. This place is reserved only for us, so get your sorry ass away from here before I kick you...Not that you wouldn’t like it, seeing how much of a masochistic freak you are.” you growled, pushing your finger into his chest repeatedly, to make him step way, but he grabbed your wrists tightly. “I think I’ll be leaving this place with you-” he began to speak, before a hand grasped his shoulder from behind so hard that he yelped in shock and pain.

“Now, now, I think mia bella told you already that this is a private place and you should leave. Unfortunately for you, you were stupid enough to touch her, so now you must suffer the consequences for your actions.” Bruno, glaring at the jerk, grabbed him by the shirt and threw him out of the restaurant, before talking to someone on the phone and returning to you, kissing your temple and holding his arm around you protectively, as he guided you back to the table. “Are you my guardian angel, Bruno? You always come to my aid when I need it the most, yet least expect it.” you chuckle, leaning your elbow on the table and gazing at him with a tender look. “I’d say it’s the other way around, but I won’t complain either way. Don’t worry about him, he won’t bother you again, I made sure of that.” he held your hand, intertwining your fingers together, before leaning on his chair, smirking at the others. “How did they behave today?” “On their best behaviour, of course! They are always little angels, and look! Narancia’s getting better at multiplying!” I clap in glee, showing him the new pages in his notebook. “Great job, Narancia, well done! And you, Fugo, for not getting angry at him.” Bruno praised them, but the two only shared a look of unease, as they laughed awkwardly, nodding.

--- Abbacchio Leone

You and Abbacchio were enjoying your day off together at a little cafe in town, knowing very well that none of the guys would bother you the whole day, so you were both pretty happy with that.

Your hand was over his, on the table, as you discussed random bands and were hyped about upcoming concerts in Italy that you were definitely going to together and would buy matching merch that you could wear and flaunt off how cool the two of you were together.

The problem is, however, when someone suddenly put their hands on your shoulders, making you jolt in your seat in surprise, before twisting behind to see who it was -

Only to have the misfortune of seeing your ex.

“Oh great, just what I needed. I got rid of the gang’s annoying antics, but I have to see another, much worse...Argh, whatever, I won’t even bother. Just leave, I don’t want to deal with you.” you roll my eyes, turning back to Abbacchio, obviously with a dramatic hair flip. “Awww, come on, admit that you missed me. I mean, what is this? Your new goth girlfriend, or what? I know I’m irreplaceable in your heart, but come on, no need to pretend that you don’t miss me.” he smirks, sitting on the empty chair next to you. “Oh, bother...” you facepalmed, looking at your boyfriend with an exasperated look. “Your tea is ready, sir, madam. Cherry Vanilla with extra Cinnamon.” the waiter put the teapot on the table, along with two cute little purple cups. “I am sorry, I thought it would be only the two of you. Should I bring another cup for the new sir?” the waiter asked politely, and while you were ready to deny, but Leone was faster than you. “Yes, please.” he answered simply, making you widen your eyes at him, but seeing his mischievous smirk, you realised his plan, which made you put your hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles. “You are very polite, dear Leone. More polite than I could ever be, I must confess.” you confessed, which earned a condescending laugh from your ex. “Well, you were never that much of a kind girl to begin with, Y/N, but that’s why I love you! We complete each other so well! I’m the good one, you’re the bad one...!” he trailed on, until the waiter brought the 3rd cup, and your ex tried to reach for the tea cup, but you slapped his hand away. “Go wash your hands! You can’t sit at the table with dirty hands! I don’t really care if you do it when you’re by yourself, but you should know by now that I’m hygene-obsessed!”  you tried to reason without drawing suspicion to yourself. “Jeez...Can’t believe I stayed with a nagging bitch like you for so long...” he muttered under his breath, but got up and left for the bathroom anyway. “This is gonna be fun.” you giggled, as you poured the tea for for you and Leone, before putting the teapot back. “Now’s my part.” he smirked, as you looked away, giggling, not even able to stop as you imagined how funny it’d be. “I’m back now, babe! Did you miss me~?” he asked in what seemed to be a very failed smooth act, which made you scoff. “You wish.” you snorted, looking away. “Ah...You didn’t pour me tea too, how rude. Well, nevermind, it’s not like you ever had any initiative anyway.” he got the teapot and poured himself a cup, as you and Abbacchio sipped at the same time. “How do you like it?” you giggle, looking at him as he took a big sip from his cup, before gulping and choking. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! IT TASTES HORRIBLE!” he yelled at you, as you could barely stop yourselves from laughing. “It’s tea, what else could it be?” you smirked, watching his angry expression, as he tried to leap towards you, but Abbacchio was much faster, taking him by the scruff of his blouse and kicking him out, getting him banned from the cafe, before turning back and sitting with a large smirk on his face. “That was such a great success.” you laughed, high-fiving your smug boyfriend. “Nobody messes with my girlfriend...And honestly, this trick didn’t work with Giorno, so it just had to work with this idiot.” he chuckled lowly, before throwing away the remaining piss-tea and ordering another kind of hot beverage. “We’re the perfect duo, baby.” you kissed his lips while giggling slightly, before getting back to your seat and continuing your conversation from where you left it.

---

Kujo Jotaro

Today had been a very nice and peaceful day for Jotaro, and he intended on keeping it that way.

His mother didn’t annoy him too much with her goodbye kiss, the groupie that kept following him everywhere was rather tame today, not clinging on him as much, the teachers didn’t annoy him, the weather was fine, you promised to meet him in the park after school, with a bento prepared for the both of you, while helping him with some studies.

All went so well so far.

You were happy, and your bright smile managed to even put a smile on his face, and you two sat at the base of a very large and old oak tree, as you fed him the bento you cooked, and after that, you let him put his hat on your head, something he absolutely adored and made his heart beat faster, as he’d put his head on your lap and would let you stroke his hair, as you’d chat randomly and watch the clouds.

Everything was so perfect...

Or so Jotaro hoped.

But there just can’t be a perfect day without something bad happening.

Just as you leaned down to plant a soft kiss on Jotaro’s forehead, some people started approaching you. At first, neither of you thought anything of it, thinking it was just random people passing by, but that was far from the truth.

“Oi, oi! Who’s that over there? It that Kujo? With a girl?” the obnoxious voice echoed through the park, and while Jotaro was merely annoyed, you unintentionally remembered the voice, and flinched in annoyance. “Great, just what I needed today.” you grumbled, tipping the front of your hat, a habit you took from your boyfriend. “Yare Yare Daze...Do you know them?” Jotaro asked in a low voice, getting up and glaring at the 3 boys walking over. “Yeah...That bastard in the middle is my ex. Kill me now.” you sighed, hiding your face completely with the hat that was already extra large on you. “Ah! No way, is that you? Really? Y/N? What the hell? Didn’t you keep preaching how you wanted a smart boyfriend? Tsk...I knew it. You really aren’t as smart as you think you are.” he shook his head, whisking away the hat, making you immediately jolt to your feet, trying to get the hat away. “Get that back! Come on, don’t be a jerk! It’s not even mine, you have no right to take it away! Just give me the hat and go away, I really didn’t want to see you again!” you reached up, trying to get the hat, but it was out of your reach. “Only if you give me a kiss. Come one, Y/N, you broke up with me in such bad terms, why not make it better?” he tried to reach his hand towards you, but you slapped it away hard. “Don’t even think of touching me, you jerk! You don’t deserve anything!” you stepped back, glaring at him, but you didn’t realise you bumped into someone, until you looked up and noticed it was Jotaro. “You have 3 seconds to give back my hat and run away.” he threatened, but your ex was having none of it. “And who the hell do you think you are? Her little play toy? Don’t you know? He loves to play around until she gets bored! And then she’ll just throw you away like garbage! Come on, man, I’m looking out for a bro here!” your ex tried to reason, but Jotaro was having none of it. “I don’t appreciate trash like you talking like that about my girlfriend. You have 2 more seconds before you’re dead.” Jotaro glared threateningly at them, putting you behind him protectively. “E/N, man, you don’t know him? He’s Kujo Jotaro, he’s known in the whole city for beating everyone up, even teachers. He never lost a fight! I wouldn’t go against him!” one of his friends explained, backing away from him, not wanting to get caught up in this mess. “One...” Jotaro stepped forward, grasping the front of your ex’s shirt. “Fine, whatever, here’s your stupid hat, now let me go!” your ex threw the hat at him, which he grabbed with his other hand and gave it to you. “Time’s up.” Jotaro smirked slightly, cracking his fists. “What?! You said you’d let me go!” your ex seemed to have fear flashing in his eyes as he tried to step back. “I said you have 3 seconds to return the hat AND run away.” and with that, Jotaro unleashed a barrage of ORAs at your filthy ex, rendering him barely able to walk as he got away by his 2 minions. “Well, that was surely satisfying to watch.” you chuckled slightly, before returning to your spot at the base of the tree. “Thank you for that. It was a pretty fine revenge, to be fair.” you smirked softly, taking out your notebooks from your bag. “Yare Yare Daze...Only cowards these days.” he shook his head before smiling, seeing you with his hat back on your head. “I can’t deny that. But doesn’t matter, you’re the best anyway. There’s nobody who can replace you in my heart.” you put your hands on his face before stealing a quick kiss from him. “Come on now, dolphin boy, let’s see what you want to revise for the Entrance exam.” you grinned, lifting up the hat so you could see a bit. “That’s my girl.” the ghost of a smile plastered on his face, as he put his arm around you, leaning back the tree and having you leaning on his chest, relaxing with the notebooks in your lap.