#Song for Mama

[musictyme]

Boyz 2 Men - A Song For Mama  

[angelcake10023]

“Mama’s Boy….” 🎶

I don’t know why I do this to myself… i need to draw something fluffy next-

Song I pulled from vvv

[hat-ari]

if anything is to represent Europe's political sentimens in early 2020s in the annals of history, I'd be glad for it to be this

[fexjam]

Medic headcanons💉

[wowa-bublord]

You have to stay determined! You can't give up… You are the future of humans and monsters.

w/out flowers and stuff under cut!!! vvvvv

[anna-scribbles]

adrien should be at the pink pony club

[akrophobic]

halloween rendezvous with mama!!!

[pearlsinmyhair]

⭑ experience

thinking about how hobie is a firm believer of experiencing music.

which is not an unusual or particularly punk concept. he likes concerts because he can feel the base in his chest, on and off the stage. he likes meeting new artists because you start to understand the soul of songs alongside the sounds.

and when you tell him you love a song, he asks if you want to feel it.

and of course you interpret this as getting better speakers, or going to hear it live, or some typical way of feeling music. so when he offers up a night at his place to do so, you don’t expect anything crazy.

but hobie does his research, listening to the song over and over until ever note, every thrum, every vocal rhythm is committed to memory.

why? , you may be asking.

well, it’s much easier to fuck you into the mattress to the tune of it when he can anticipate the exact rhythm his thrusts need to be.

he’ll throw you into missionary, working you up until your dripping and needy. he’ll grab his phone and click a playlist, sliding into you as the first sounds of your song come through his bluetooth speakers.

and he commits. doesn’t matter how much you beg him for a change, he’s sticking to the song until it’s over.

“oh fuck, hobie. please-“ you whine, your hands grasping the pillow behind your head as your hips buck, trying to work him up into moving faster.

“easy there.” he coos, almost mockingly as he places a hand on your lower abdomen to press you firmly down into the bed. “i thought you liked this song.”

the sex is amazing, but it always is with hobie.

the bad part is the aftermath.

because now, when the song plays on the radio or your playlists or anywhere, you get a pavlovian response of heat between your legs and a throb in your core.

and it’s even worse when hobie’s there, because he’ll lean close and whisper

“i still remember the tune if you feel like another round.”

as his hand strokes up your thigh, cupping your crotch in his palm as you keen.

i’m back~ did you miss me?

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I'm so curious to see what non-Eurovision watchers who know nothing about Let 3 think about this song

[jaysworlds]

hello mcr girlies. which mcr song is YOUR song i mean like 'this song gets me like no one else has ever got me this is the greatest piece of music ever to be created etc etc etc' the song no one understands like you understand.

i'll go first. mine is Summertime

[cvmcicle]

self-indulgent achilles posting to Adrianne Lenker

ib

[memesmunsigra]

[empty-pools-vacant-alleyways]

if songs suddenly became edible i would immediately chow down on this is how i disappear

[volukyrja]

The mother of dragons

[little-demy]

Gijinka hornet sketches that has been in my mind for a while