#also thought abt maybe making the body glitter but i think it might be too large an area to look good

[twinkskeletons]

some stardust pin ideas :3

[sodalitefully]

Ok Duff and Slash fooling around in women's clothes and make-up (before gnr themselves were that into the glam clothes) and being unbelievably turned on bc let's face it, they look great in them (I meant this as a request but if you're not taking them, just tell me your thoughts on this cus I'm dying to talk abt this idea w someone😂)

How could I turn down a request like that? 😉

[a bit of smut ahead! and some extra brainstorming about fashion at the end]

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“Yeah, sure.”

Duff gaped.  Not in a million years did he think Slash would actually say yes.  

“You... You will?  Are you sure?”

“Yeah... I’ll do it if you do.”

Oh. Duff flushed pink.  So he wasn’t the only one who’d been inspired by that conversation a week ago... The one about makeup and women’s clothes – just for gigs, of course, like those glam rockers do.  But it got Duff thinking, even though they agreed that dressing like chicks onstage wasn’t really their style, maybe they could still experiment a little in private.  For days, he couldn’t get the idea of Slash in lipstick and a skirt out of his head, and it seemed like Slash might have been stuck on a similar fantasy as well.  

So they took a few days to round up as much women’s clothing and makeup as they could (through questionably legal means, but it had to be done), then pooled their spoils and began the much more complicated task of figuring out how to put together outfits.

They decided to choose each other’s looks: For Duff, Slash picked out a flowy sundress that was almost indecently short on the tall bassist.  He added a shitton of silver necklaces and bracelets, and was meticulous and steady-handed as he did his best to apply Duff’s makeup.  The only pair of women’s shoes they could find in his size was a pair of bright red heeled sandals, so Slash chose a lipstick to match and painted Duff’s nails black.  

While they had the supplies out, Duff helped Slash with his makeup (dark eyeliner and a glossy lip) and painted his nails blue.  Slash modeled several items for Duff – a high waisted skirt, a ruffly gold top... He looked amazing in anything, and Duff drew out settling on the perfect outfit in order to spend more time watching him pose.  Slash was happy to indulge him, he was enjoying Duff’s eyes on him – not to mention his own view of Duff’s incredibly long legs in that dress.  

Eventually, Duff couldn’t take it anymore: Slash was wearing a pair of little leather shorts over fishnet tights with a bikini top and gloves that reached his biceps when Duff finally walked him backwards to the bed, towering over Slash in his heels.  When the back of Slash’s knees hit the mattress, he wrapped his gloved arms around Duff’s bare shoulders and dragged him down with him as he fell onto the bed.  

Duff disentangled himself enough to kneel between Slash’s legs, leaning forward to plant his hands next to Slash’s shoulders and take in the view of Slash laid out below him.  Slash responded by wrapping his legs around Duff’s waist and pulling him closer, his fishnets imprinting diamond scales onto Duff’s exposed thighs. Being admired was nice and all, but Duff wasn’t the only one who couldn’t keep his hands to himself for a second longer.  

Duff got the hint and bent down to kiss Slash, their lipstick shades smearing together.  Slash tried to chase him when he pulled away, but Duff buried a hand in his curls, holding him in place while he made his way lower, scattering sticky red kisses and teasing touches across Slash’s torso, making him arch his back in pleasure.  

The final kiss left a red stain on black leather right over Slash’s cock.  Slash squirmed, his voice beseeching as he encouraged Duff to keep going.  Duff unzipped his shorts and simply tore the cheap tights to free his cock, too impatient to take everything off.  Slash gasped appreciatively at the unexpected aggression, but before he could say a word Duff’s lips were wrapped around his head, tongue swirling as he gradually took Slash deeper.  

Slash’s satin fingers carded roughly through Duff’s hair as he moaned, and Duff groped Slash’s ass while he buried his cock in his throat, sinking his fingers into smooth leather and urging Slash to thrust into him. After so much foreplay, it wasn't long before Slash was on the edge, his eyes fluttering shut and skin shining with sweat as Duff picked up the pace, eagerly bobbing his head even while Slash spilled down his throat with a loud, drawn-out moan.

Slash was still panting when Duff crawled up to straddle his hips and bent down for a kiss that tasted like cum and cherry lip gloss.  He took a moment to catch his breath and admire Duff, who looked down at him with his lipstick destroyed and his hair a disheveled mess. Slash stroked his palms up and down Duff’s thighs, inching higher and higher until they slipped under his skirts and brushed against the edge of his lace panties. Duff was desperate to finally be touched, he whined when Slash's fingers lightly grazed his cock and lifted his hips to grind into Slash's hand.  "Slash, please."  

Slash would have been just as happy to continue watching Duff try to hump his palm, but he couldn't deny his lover anything so obligingly he pushed back his skirt, tugged the sheer black lace out of the way and very gently stroked Duff's length with his satin-gloved hands.

Duff gasped at the unfamiliar sensation of soft, silky fabric, holding as still as he could under Slash’s caress so that the friction wouldn't become too much.  Slash didn't tease him for long, after a moment he bit down on the tip of his glove, tugging it loose with his teeth before peeling them both off and finally giving Duff the rough handjob he'd been pleading for.

Slash knew how to treat Duff the way he liked, with firm strokes and callused fingers that drove him wild.  Before long, Duff was trembling and moaning with every thrust.  “Are you close? Lay back, I want to suck you.” Slash wiggled out from underneath Duff and helped tug off his panties and toss them aside. 

Duff leaned back on his arms, his long legs folded back and splayed wide with his heels digging into the bedspread. His skirt was still gathered around his waist, leaving him completely exposed.  The scene put a lusty grin on Slash’s face, and he maintained eye contact with Duff as he licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft before finally ducking his head and swallowing him down.  

Duff came watching Slash’s ass in skin-tight leather shorts, bouncing in time with each bob of his head as his damp curls clung to his arched back.  Slash licked him clean before letting him up, moving aside and laying on his belly with his chin in his hands and his fishnetted ankles crossed above him as he watched Duff slowly stretch out his stiff legs and start undoing the straps on his heels.

“You look fucking amazing, you know,” Slash informed him with a smile.  Even in a dress, even with his makeup smeared to hell and a bit of hair stuck to his lips, and especially when he was relaxed and freshly fucked, Slash would always find Duff maddeningly attractive.  

Duff blushed at the praise.  “So do you,” he responded, trailing his eyes appreciatively up and down Slash’s prone body.  

“I could probably get my hands on some more clothes next week.  Maybe lingerie, definitely makeup.  Y’know, if you think you wanna try this again sometime...”

Duff laughed, both eager and flustered at the prospect.  “I think I’d have to be crazy to pass up a chance to see you in lingerie.”

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I feel like they would probably end up in kind of mismatched eclectic outfits considering how they end up dressing in their glam phase, not to mention they were scavenging for clothes in the first place lol.  But oh my god, the possibilities are endless... 

Duff in leggings and maybe a crop top or bandeau, or a jumpsuit oh my god like the kind with the flared legs?  If only they could find one long enough lmao.  Heeled boots would be killer, maybe gloves for those slender hands of his, maybe a pretty scarf.  They could try curling his hair lol and I think he could definitely pull of glitter makeup.  I feel like overall he would straddle the line between pretty and glamorous, with a little badass mostly from his shoes.

Slash I think would be pretty rocker chic and maybe also a little bit hippie-ish?  A skater skirt would be cool, and denim short-shorts, bikini tops or cropped band tees, platform shoes.  Idk why but I really wanna stick stuff in his hair, like flowers or glitter or whatever!  But also, I’d love to see him in some cute stuff; over sized sweaters, pastels, heart-shaped sunglasses... 

PLEASE feel free to tell me what you’re imagining for this idea!! I absolutely want to hear your thoughts, I agree this needs to be talked about 💕

[mcarfield]

McArfield fic (Tony night redux)

Ahahaha I am just FILLING EVERYTHING AT ONCE this is kinda combining the prompt for drunk Andrew/sober-ish James again with @jamespttr​‘s suggestion that Andrew just start publicly calling James his boyfriend before James even realizes they’re dating, lol, and obliquely her idea that they figure out the way they feel about each other is NOT a typical side effect of playing Louis and Prior, lololol, and also i’m throwing in this prompt for “fic where james teases andrew abt his answer for the fmk question at the tonys!!!!!” for good measure, lolol, with maybe a smattering of someone else’s prompt for third-person POV lolol, except then i also saw that picture of james and andrew and it just competely scrambled my brain so idek anymore *just bakes a giant cake of this fluff *

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It takes a hilariously long time for James to begin to understand that this thing that they do isn’t Andrew’s ordinary thing that he does.

Like when Andrew comes to the stage door after the show and wraps his arms around James’ waist and bites his ear, and people at the stage door start asking them if they’re actually dating IRL, and James flushes and ignores the question but Andrew hums and winks at everyone at once, and James eyerolls and has to un-derail his thoughts.

Like when they’re at the Drama Desk Awards and Andrew uses up his entire time praising James, and then blows James a kiss that James automatically catches when he’s coming offstage, and then puts his hand in James’s and laces their fingers together when he sits back down, like that’s just the way they are.

Or like when Andrew starts ordering James’s drink for him at bars without asking because somewhere over the past two years he’s learned what James is having, and so it only makes sense to return the favor, and James finds himself fetching drinks for Andrew, to be met with a soft, “Thanks, babe,” and a quick kiss on the lips.

Or the time Andrew gets way too drunk at some party they’re at over in the Ace, and he just kind of wants James’s hands on him everywhere.

“You’re supposed to be an amazing dancer,” he says grumpily, trying to drag James onto the dance floor. “Why aren’t we dancing?”

“Well, I don’t just give it away,” James says, laughing and letting himself be tugged forward into the throng of bodies.

“You’ll give it to me, though,” Andrew tells him smoothly, confident as anything, and slinks against him like they do this all the time, and they don’t quite wind up making out on the dance floor, but it’s a very, very close thing.

Actors are constantly hooking up and fucking backstage, and James is no stranger to this lifestyle, but he is a bit thrown not long after that when people start giving him and Andrew space when they enter a room and find the two of them together, like they’ve interrupted something private.  

“Did we turn a corner I missed?” he asks Andrew one night, tucking a lock of his hair back behind Andrew’s ear. They’re in Andrew’s dressing room, casually wrapped around one another, because that’s how they are, and Andrew hums and then snakes his hand up James’s shirtfront.

“While you weren’t looking, we took over the whole damn block,” he says calmly, and then he sinks to his knees and opens James’s trousers.

So then they’re fucking on the regular, and that’s something James isn’t altogether prepared to analyze, even if he did think it meant anything (it doesn’t), and even if he thought Andrew was prepared to deal with what it might mean for his straight-for-now status (he isn’t).

But it’s also good, good and natural and addictive, and, and dizzying. And that’s terrifying: James is the kind of guy who likes quick, simple, easy fucks, none of which this is; and it’s Andrew, and that’s even more terrifying; but it’s also Andrew’s body and hands and mouth and Andrew murmuring James’s name in that ethereal orgasmic voice; and Andrew’s perfectly Andrew-ish way of approaching sex. Like the way he will suddenly decide they should be having tantric sex or yogic sex without telling James first, or deciding to experiment with appendages that he then loses around James’s dressing room and has to spend a hilarious amount of time finding again because they tend to just fling stuff everywhere and deal with the fallout later.

And, and Andrew is Andrew, and James is leaving for Scotland after all of this is over, and nothing is set in stone, James knows that, and they’ve never talked about it, but then Andrew does some panel talk and refers to James as “my wonderful boyfriend, James McArdle,” and just completely glosses over the opportunity to clarify whether he means James and himself or Louis and Prior, despite the confusion of everyone around him.

And then Tony night, when Andrew jokes that he’ll marry Mark Rylance and then fuck all his other fellow nominees, and then slides his hand in James’s and says, “Unless someone brings me a better offer.”

“What, better than Mark Rylance?” James laughs. “You’re joking.”

“Well, I did say all my fellow nominees,” Andrew says. “Didn’t say which award.”

“You’ll have a long list of partners, then,” James says.

“And I’ll put you at the top,” Andrew says, staring shamelessly at James’s mouth.

Later, at the Carlye for the after party, he’s chatting with Joe and Zach about their favorite son of a bitch, and in the middle of kvetching about how difficult it is to stay in Louis’s headspace, he remarks, “And it’s so hard to sort out your own feelings from his, like, I don’t know how you and Stephen or you and Christian managed to extricate yourselves from what was happening onstage—” only to see them exchanging blank looks.

“Like, sexually, you mean?” Zach says. He laughs. “Christian and I never had that problem, I was already in a relationship, and we didn’t get wires crossed.”

“Stephen and I totally fell in love,” Joe says, “in a way, you know — like, we still talk all the time, we’re still incredibly close friends. But, no, we never confused our feelings for the character’s.”

“But you were playing them for so long,” James says, feeling like someone’s sucked all the air out of his lungs.

Joe looks at him and snorts. “I think you should probably go have a chat with your boyfriend,” he laughs.

James laughs, gobsmacked. “Apparently, I should.”

He doesn’t have to wait long, because Andrew finds them and beelines into James’s side. He curls his arm around James’s waist, and James follows suit automatically.

“Hey, lover,” Andrew says, kissing James’s cheek, and James unthinkingly presses a kiss against his forehead before his brain suddenly grinds to a halt.

Oblivious next to him, Andrew is asking, “Have the three of you had some kind of ceremonial wisdom exchange? Have you imparted unto my one and only all the secrets of prior Louises?” He giggles. “Prior Louises!”

“Oh, yes,” ZQ says sagely, casting a shrewd glance at James. “I think we’ve given him a full dose of our combined homosexual fairy dust.”

“Ooh,” says Andrew. He turns to James. “Sounds kinky,” he says. “I hope I get some of that glitter on me later.”

“You are a walking glitter stick,” says James.

“Then you’d better take me home and crack me open,” says Andrew calmly.

There’s a beat where James just stands there, his hands on Andrew’s waist, adjusting to the surreal reality that they’re here, they’re doing this, and he looks like a possessive boyfriend because he is one.

He takes a breath, turns and nods, “Gentlemen,” to Quinto and Joe, and silently pivots Andrew away from them and out of the room.

“Oh!” Andrew says. “You’re taking me somewhere, where are we going?” He laughs. “Actually, you’re frogmarching me, how adorable.” He lets James half-tug, half-shove him along the corridor and away from the party into the men’s lounge, which is not an ideal place to have this conversation but is, at least for the moment, empty.

“Ooh, privacy,” Andrew says.

The moment the door shuts, he turns to James and says, “You look so amazing tonight, I just want—” and kisses him, full and deep. James slides his hands around Andrew’s waist and kisses back for an intoxicating, breathless moment until he forces himself to focus and pulls back.

“Andrew,” he says, cupping Andrew’s cheek. “People are going to come in here, they’re going to see us together, they’re going to make assumptions. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” says Andrew, “Now kiss me some more.”

“I am—” James laughs a little hysterically. “I am desperate to do that, but you’re a little drunk, babe.”

“Ugh,” says Andrew. “You’re so good at this, why do I have such amazing taste in sexual partners, I always get people who respect me when I want them to shag me.”

“Let me take you home and I’ll respect you all night,” James murmurs, pressing a kiss against his temple.

Andrew pulls back. “We’ve never done that, you’ve never stayed at my place.”

“You’ve never invited me.”

Andrew blinks at him. “I dunno how to do this,” he says blankly.

“What is this?” James asks him, honestly unsure.

“Be your boyfriend,” Andrew says, and James feels gut-punched for the second time that night.

“You’re leaving for Scotland,” Andrew says, pressing himself against James’s chest, “We’re not supposed to be doing this, I told everyone I was straight, and you should have won a Tony instead of me.”

“I don’t think those all connect up logically,” James says, pressing a kiss against Andrew’s wonderful, perfect mouth.

“James,” says Andrew, expelling James’s name in a plaintive little sigh. “You know I, we, this isn’t just—it’s not, right?”

James takes Andrew’s hands in his and stills him. “I know, sweetheart,” he says.

“Good,” Andrew says. “Because it’s really, really, really not.”

James smiles and kisses him. Beside them, the door opens and immediately whoever’s behind them sputters, “Oh! Oh, gosh, sorry, I—”

Andrew breaks away and beams, “No, no, come in, I’m just making out with my boyfriend.”

James turns apologetically to the person beside them — who is, of course, Andrew Lloyd Webber.

“Sir,” says James dumbly. “I mean—My Lord? Sorry. Er. Sorry. We were just, er, sorting some things out.”

Andrew grins and presses a kiss to James’s cheek. “We’re boyfriends,” he tells Lord Andrew Lloyd Webber in a conspiratorial voice. “You’re only the third person to know.”

Lord Andrew Lloyd Webber looks between them.

“No,” he says mildly, a gleeful smirk spreading across his features. “I’m pretty sure we all knew.”

[clumsyclifford]

1/4 hi bella, how are you today? get ready i wrote down my thoughts on wake up sunshine for each song when i listened to it this morning so i'm gonna share!! Ok hwg : Some kind of disaster*: love the sound and the lyrics!!, Sleeping in: really like the chorus for now “if I said I like your body would you hold it against me” I like that one, other lyrics meh not my fave, Getaway green: loooove the feel of that one; it’s short tho!!, Melancholy koleidoscope: real good as well ??? no thoughts rn

2/4 Trouble is…: ok the beginning reminded me of the beginning of JBH and WTN ?? good but not my fave atm, Wake up sunshine*: love the lyrics already, I love the “are you livin well in a livin hell?” part + THE BRIDGE, Monsters*: IN LOVE WITH THAT ONE ALREADY AAAAHH PROBS MY FAVE??, Pretty venom: this one hits hard for some reason :(

3/4 Favorite place*: ok i’ve been listening to that one for like a week and I LOVE IT SO FUCKING MUCH “and I know you don’t beling part” is so UGH no words, Safe*: this one speaks to me :,( I might cry but it’s so good, January gloom: I guess it was good but it didn’t really catch my attention, Clumsy: I thinks this ones a grower, not my fave for now, Glitter and crimson*: love love that one!! AND THE BRIDGE AGAIN

4/4 Summer daze*: I really really really love the sound and the lyrics! Also just learned the word ‘serendipity’ so point for new vocab, Basement noise*: oh yes another fave! that’s a good closer! SOO all in all, I absolutely loved it, I can already tell this is one of those albums i’m gonna love even more every time I listen to it!!!!! can't tell if it's my fave one obviously since i havne't listened to the other ones yet! This isn't very detailed but these asks would have been never ending lol

hello em!! i am doing very well i hope you are too oh FAN FUCKING TASTIC let’s dip into these oh this is long im gonna put a read more

yeah i think sleeping in is kinda lukewarm for a lot of people i really like it just bc it’s like such a happy carefree bop but at any rate you’re right the chorus HITSSSS shoutout to britney spears xx

GETAWAY IS TRULY TOO SHORT :((( WE WERE ROBBED give us the nine-minute extended edition getaway green all time low. also i know what u mean about melancholy lmao that one’s just....kinda.....standard like it bangs but it’s unremarkable it’s just a good solid song

hmm interesting take on trouble is not gonna lie i think about 80% of my love for that song is because of the FUNKY time signatures also i associate it with malum now so there’s that and WUS THE SONG IS SOOO GOOD UR SO RIGHT so !! is monsters!!! a WHOLE banger honestly one of my favorite things ever is pop punk x rap crossovers (hello all my friends by hoodie allen ft state champs <3)

ok i get dunked on for not loving pretty venom ON THE ALBUM but i have to say i just hate the way it slows down the energy of the record like without pretty venom it’d really be the perfect album i get that it’s the “interlude” but i just dont see why you NEED an interlude however i will concede that by itself pretty venom is a lovely song i feel like it’d just fit better on like. dirty work or maybe last young renegade

i LOVE LOVE LOVE favorite place literally show me ANYTHING more romantic than “you feel like the sun on my face” and safe is SUCH a driving with windows down song i love it i love it i love it your opinions are SO good

january gloom cracks and i know what you mean abt clumsy that one had to grow on me too but now it’s part of my url so <3 growth <3 ALSO fun fact glitter and crimson is canonically (confirmed by mr gaskarth himself) about The Gays so we may claim that one boys THE BRIDGE the desperation the rawness holy shit right!!!

summer daze is SOOOOO good “after dark and after hours” gets me also serendipity is an amazing word i’m glad you know it i LOVE it there’s a dessert restaurant in new york called serendipity 3 and it has the most extravagant desserts EVER i went once as a kid and ambitiously ordered my own dessert i DID NOT finish that but i am dying to go back

anyway. basement noise gets a million points for NOSTALGIA and also the final four-part harmony that shit owns my whole heart <3 i am SO UNBELIEVABLY HAPPY that you liked it you have NO IDEA like this makes me so happy to hear thank you for the play-by-play review i expect the same for the other albums and afterwards i expect a full ranking of all atl albums from best to worst so keep that in mind