#Simon Crowe

[its-a-rat-trap]

The Boomtown Rats c. 1981

(Photo by Pictorial Press)

[drumstheword]

New FULL video drum lesson teaching how to play "Rat Trap" by Boomtown Rats, featuring a surprising amount of offbeat grooves and fills! Get the full PDF drum chart from my website

[mcntsee]

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

[mitjalovse]

Visconti has a funny reputation as a producer. First of all, he has a scattered career. Second of all, he's neither a superstar nor a complete unknown. Still, his association with Bowie meant he got called the latter's followers. I agree, The Boomtown Rats – admit to me you checked the link, before you read these lines – don't feel like the candidates for such a title, yet hear me out: all early New Wave groups owe at least a smidgen of their sound to Berlin Trilogy. However, Visconti produced Rats, when their heart weren't into their music. I assume Geldof already had his mind set on his later side gig, which many continue to associate him with, so his collective felt like an obligation. Nonetheless, Visconti could've probably done great things with them during their heyday.

[meybuyan]

patron saint of the lonely and desperate

[hannaloony]

[vldrocketeer]

To All the Boys Who’ve Loved Edwin Payne Before ❤️

[bluegiragi]

bag of tricks

early access + nsfw on patreon

[littleblackraincloudofcourse]

Simon was so desperate for Edwin's attention that he resorted to ritual sacrifice

Monty was ready to go against Ester to try to save Edwin even after he was turned back into a crow

Thomas (the cat king) got beaten to death because he refused to betray Edwin, then risked dying again to bring him a poisonous flower

Charles chose Edwin over a potentially peaceful and happy afterlife, stayed with him and protected him for thirty years then went through literal hell to find Edwin and fought to bring him back while promising to spend forever with him

Even Crystal and Niko were willing to risk death/die to save Edwin (and Charles) from Ester

Forget being a detective. This boy needs to be teaching a class on RIZZ. He seems like he has none but apparently he's got it all.

[notspiders]

Oh, Honey! (Bumblebee! Reader x Monster! 141)

General Warnings: Mostly fluff. Reader is female and is described as rather small and chubby. Reader is clumsy. Reader has a very large family. Characters may act out of character. Poor grammar is likely. Cussing. Part 1??? Note: Monster! 141 belongs to @bluegiragi

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Price watches you through the window.

Truthfully, he isn't sure how he and his team ended up here. One day they were being chased by a bloody team of zombies/cannon fodder, the next- he's laying on this extremely cozy bed (although it is a bit small) with his wounds nicely patched. Soap has gone hunting with the other women. Ghost is satisfied that they're all safe in this... rather massive cottage and has been snoring away in the next room for the past hour. Gaz has told him that he's going to just fly around and keep an eye out- just in case if the enemies somehow find themselves through the dense woods and into this clearing.

They really were lucky, Price thinks. According to you, the woods were a force themselves. Navigating through it, especially at night, is practically impossible. Compasses don't work. There's no signal and, of course, any type of aircraft just fail here. The woods are miles long and unless you packed enough supplies- it's suicide to dive back in and try to find your way out. It's just that sometimes the woods can help you, and sometimes the woods just gives you Mother Nature's middle finger and kills you. So there's that.

Naturally, the team was suspicious.

1) The explanation made no sense. 2) They were just outnumbered by a ton of enemies and to stumble upon this welcoming lot is... well, it's too good to be true, yeah? 3) You and your family are just way too happy. 3.1) There are no guys in your family. Your mother stated that men generally just wandered in, the family would treat them, and then they go away by themselves after a few nights. 3.2) Honestly, all of you look the same. Maybe there's like, a difference in hairstyles, body types, and obvious age gaps between the women here and there, but Jesus… Gaz has already made the mistake of confusing you, your cousins, your many sisters, and other random girls multiple times last night. 3.3) Scratch out the 'massive cottage' you guys claimed it to be. It's a mansion. Your 'family' is very large. There are many aunts, other women, cousins, other girls that were adopt into the family- Just no men. All living under the same roof and might as well be an army itself with how efficient you all did your tasks.

That said, it's very rude to point guns at innocent, clueless civilians. You, an adorably chubby, little bumblebee-hybrid (identifiable by the two rather pathetic buzzing wings behind your back), opened the door to them last night and stared blankly at their guns before cheerily ushering them in without freaking your head out. Next thing they knew, they got some quality homecooked meals cooked and served before them, plenty of drink (the honey mead everyone shared is excellent), proper treatment with their wounds (with... herbs), and warm beds. Ghost had stayed up the whole night and snooped around (just in case) but reported nothing interesting except for a few old hunting rifles and some overdue library books. Yes, each girl did carry a tiny foraging knife, but he's pretty certain they could still punt them like footballs ten at a time.

Morning comes- the team properly introduce themselves without being too specific of their occupation. There was a great deal of oohing and aahing as Price unfolded his one wing. His smoke did cause one girl to faint and her mother quickly asked for Price to... stop. He did his best and has, for now, stopped smoking his cigar. Everyone just steered clear from Ghost. Many children were petting Soap's head and playing with his fluffy tail, and others were stroking Gaz's wings.

Despite all the attention, Price's gaze is always on you. Maybe it was because of the fact that he's seen you first. You were just the cutest out of all of them. He wanted to whisk you away just to squish every soft part of your body and have you cuddled up beside him in his nest back home.

He's sorely disappointed to be told that he needs to return to bed so that his wounds can heal faster. No matter. The window gives him a very nice view of the clearing outside. Some girls are tending to the farm. Others are beekeeping. Plenty have gone to the outskirts of the forest to forage or hunt. Soap has offered to go out with the girls and they gladly accepted his help. (Tomorrow, he'll get off of this bed and join everyone too.)

Right now, you're picking the berries in your garden. It's amusing to watch you. Sometimes you bend over to pluck a few pretty flowers too- he's gotten a very nice view of your plump arse here and there. He's watched you buzz your small wings to just barely get a foot in the air and pluck an apple off the tree. Oh, how he wished to simply go out to lift you up himself... Your weight would be nothing to him.

From his observations, he's smartly deduced: Your body is round. Your little wings aren't designed for distance.

He loves the way you'd burrow your nose into any flower. Sometimes you remind him of Johnny's eagerness by the way you'd get a bit too enthusiastic and faceplant into the bed of flowers to take in the scent.

Price watches you get up, bump into your cousin (or is it sister? Or is this another girl? He couldn't be arsed), and the two of you collectively squeaked and apologized at the same time. Adorable. Fascinating. Beautiful. He hasn't felt this way ever since the time he xaight the glimpse of the shiny Excalibur in that stupid rock.

The lunch horn has been blown. He's been told that today's meal would be freshly baked bread and creamy chicken with wild rice soup. There’ll be tea and coffee for the drinks.

Price wishes his lunch would just be you.

[edmcmayonnaise]

@painlandweek Day 7 - Red Thread of Fate You will always be my greatest adventure.

[its-a-rat-trap]

(via @/boomtownratsofficial on instagram)

[nix-nihili]

the usual multi-parter:

dead boy detectives textposts as starboarded (and other) messages from the dead gay detectives server part thirteen!!!

1, 2, 2.5, 3, 4, 5, 9, 10

6, 7, 11, 12 by @idliketobeatree

8 by @aletterinthenameofsanity

14 by @bitterdesert

[mcntsee]

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

[mockerycrow]

thinking about ghost who wants to hold your hand, but he keeps feeling nervous about it. he’s so fucking bold and cocky with you, but he can’t get himself to just.. reach out and intertwine your fingers.

he thinks about taking off his gloves, he thinks about how your skin would feel against his—are your hands soft, or rough and callused like his? either way, he knows his skin would burn; but it’s a sensation he would welcome.

ghost settles for grabbing your pinky with his, and you send him a side glance that he returns, speaking volumes without actual words.

[gomzdrawfr]

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