#blackberryblossom

[childrenofthenightt]

hi it’s been forever!!! happy birthday!!!🎂🎉

thank you darling!!! omg it has been forever!! ily <33

[americanrecord]

i may be confusing you with a different writer, but did you write a izzy stradlin fic called “lust for life”? it was one of my favorites and suddenly disappeared and i’m just wondering if i can find it anywhere/what happened to it

hey! yeah, that was me on my old account, but i don’t write fanfic/publicly deal in the gnr scene anymore. so that, alongside all of other fics, we’re deleted at the end of last year.

i can send you a file of it if you’d like? you’d just have to message me & promise not to redistribute it anywhere & all that jazz. 🩷

[lost-in-the-80s]

hi! i love your stories and i was wondering if your matchups requests are open? if so, i guys i’ll tell you a bit about myself. i (mostly) like david bowie and guns mostly and i really wanna learn how to play bass. i have dirty blonde hair (with bangs) that’s a bit above shoulder length, with brown eyes; i’m average height…i guess (5’5-5’6). i love movies and my favorite time of day is night. idk if that’s too much and if it is i’m sorry :(

Hi sis!!

Omg you waited so long for this ship that I'm actually embarrassed to post it lol 😅

I'd definitely match you with Duff!

You guys have similar interests and since you're not so short you'd avoid him a backache from kissing you lol

I can see you guys going out to gigs in nearby pubs and having a great time!

I'm sorry for taking so long 💞

[tuffduff]

Friday the 13th

Pairing: fluffy 80’s Dave Mustaine x female!Reader

Words: 1,800+ ish

Warnings: mentions of scary movie, otherwise none!

A/N: I’m so excited to share this with you guys I MISS YOU ALL SO MUCH! Inspiration strikes, eh? This isn’t Guns N’ Roses, but it really hit me being Dave’s birthday and Friday the 13th. It ain’t the best but I thought I would because y’all just imagine? Anyways, I hope I can write more GNR related things too for y’all soon. If you’re still around and reading and liking my posts, thanks. I love you ❤️

Taglist (sorry if y’all don’t like Dave 💀): @ubernoxa @heavymetalgirl420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @rumoured-whispers @born-to-lose @lost-in-the-80s @petals-and-bullets @ginny-rose-sixx @julessworldd @greeneyezblackheart @blackberryblossom @clowncaits @the--blackdahlia

(pic not mine)

“What, are you too scared?” Dave sneered, waving two movie tickets in front of your face. The teasing was apparently warranted by the too-long-of-a-pause you had taken. “C’mon, Y/N, when are we ever gonna have the chance to see Friday the 13th on Friday the 13th?”

“Probably never.” You conceded, trying to hide any apprehension you felt. Horror movies weren’t really your thing; they weren’t not your thing, but really, you never quite got the hype. “Isn’t this like…the millionth one, though?”

“Read the ticket.” Dave replied. You rolled your eyes; his bluntness wasn’t anything new to you.

“Well, I’ve never seen the first five.” You replied, crossing your arms.

“Y/N, c’mon. There’s not much to it. You don’t really need to keep up with the storyline. It’s a masked psycho going around killing people at a campground. Besides, they use Alice Cooper’s music in this one���that’s what you really need to know.”

“But why—” he was already rolling his eyes.

“Are you gonna go with me or not?” He snapped, cutting you off impatiently. Your eyes narrowed.

“Why?” You repeated, now growing suspicious.

“Are you kidding me?” He asked, his own eyes narrowing. “I don’t know, he drowned as a kid because he was neglected by camp counselors and now he kills other counselors—”

“No.” You cut him off, albeit with a frown. “Why do you want to go with me? I’ve never even seen these movies. Do none of your other friends want to go? Assuming you have those.” He glared at you now.

That’s how it always was between the two of you. You were probably the only one allowed to joke with Dave like that without getting dropped to your ass.

“You should take it as a compliment that I’m coming to you first.” He replied.

“Should I?” You bantered back, starting to smirk. He continued to glare and roll his eyes before snatching up his keys.

You both knew there wasn’t anyone else he would want to go see a movie with. Outside his band, he wasn’t exactly dying to hang out with anyone, and he didn’t want to see a movie with his bandmates either. Usually, he claimed hanging with you was his break from them. You were his go-to for everything; checking out new recording studios at the drop of a hat, scouring through pawn shops and record shops, late night fast food runs. Your number was the only one he had memorized, judging from the countless phone calls you had received from random phone booths all over LA at all hours of the day.

“Hurry up.” He merely threw the words over his shoulder at you.

“Are you going to buy me popcorn?” You continued on as you hopped into the front seat of his car. You knew you were the last one in it; the seat was still moved to fit your body and your jacket was still in the seat where you left it last night.

“No.” He grunted as he started the car. You glared at him silently as music immediately blared through his speakers, which finally made him smirk at you.

“How many times have I told you about your ears?” You scolded, turning the metal on the radio down to a more sensible volume. Again, you were probably the only one allowed to do so without him biting your arm off.

“Yeah, yeah.” He muttered dismissively, putting the car in drive. Quickly, you clicked your seatbelt on. It wasn’t wise to go without it with Dave driving.

“How about a big soda?” You jumped back to teasing him again, giggling as he rolled his eyes. “It’s funny though because you and I both know I’m gonna have a gigantic popcorn and a huge coke and gummy bears.”

“Oh yeah? I know that, huh?”

“Yes.” You nodded confidently.

“And why is that?”

“Well, you invited me to see this movie—which I don’t particularly want to see—when I could be taking a bath and reading a magazine and relaxing.”

“So what? I owe you or something?”

“Yes.” You replied brightly, again with a nod and smile.

“Yeah, alright. In your dreams.” Dave muttered.

“How about because you love me?” You proposed innocently. His eyes narrowed a little, but you could see the corners of his mouth curving upright.

“We’ll see about that.”

Sure enough, not too long after that conversation, you were sitting in theater 9 with your popcorn, soda, and popping a gummy bear in your mouth while Dave was grumbling to himself about movie theaters being a rip off.

“So, if he drowned as a kid how is he alive and killing…?” You whispered as the lights dimmed. Dave leaned in really close to your ear, making you freeze as he moved your hair aside. His lips were so close you swear you felt them ghost against your skin.

“Shut up.”

He leaned back with a smirk and you laughed, immediately getting shushed from a couple behind you. Dave rolled his eyes and you giggled again, this time a little more quietly.

As far as horror movies went…well, you wouldn’t really know. You didn’t quite have much to compare it too. At times, it felt a bit silly, but you soon found yourself really drawn into the plot. Which also meant you found yourself getting progressively more scared when Jason Voorhees popped out of nowhere. Dave laughed at you unabashedly when you jumped so hard you sent popcorn scattering.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Dave leaned over to tease you as you plucked popcorn from your hair. You glared at him.

“Shut up.” You replied.

“Here.” Dave pushed up the arm rest between the two of you and beckoned you closer to him. You wrinkled your nose. “Alright, fine.” He replied, pushing the arm rest back down. You caught it with your hand quickly and pushed it back up and moved in next to him. “That’s what I thought.” He whispered as you sidled up next to him. He put his arm around you. “I knew this was going to happen.”

“What?” You hissed. There was another shush behind you and Dave turned his head to glare before turning back to you, leaning in close again, this time to ensure his words were only heard by you.

“I knew you were going to get scared. And I knew you were going to come crawling right into my arms.” His lips were so close, his warm breath tickling your skin.

“Oh, you just knew I would get scared?” You demanded. He raised an eyebrow. “Whatever, fine. But how did you know I would crawl into your arms?”

“Just a feeling.” He replied.

“Oh, I see. But Friday the 13th is normally bad luck, you know. What if your big plan didn’t work?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, right. You think some silly superstition scares me?” He said. “And besides, I bet you say my name in your sleep.” Your mouth fell open at the audacity.

“Are you kidding—“ an aggressive shush came once again from behind you. Dave immediately twisted in his seat.

“Fuck off.” He snapped before putting his arm back around your shoulders and tugging you close to him, giving your back a pat.

You had to admit, it was a perk being close with Dave due to his protective nature. Or was it possessiveness? The lines always seemed to blur with him. Not that you cared. You remembered the time at some guy’s house party when someone spilled a bright red drink on your shirt. Before you knew it, the guy was knocked out on the floor and Dave was guiding you to the bathroom with an arm around you, giving anyone too close to you a glare as if he dared them to even breath on you. He had given you the shirt off his back without hesitation and made you laugh when he asked if you wanted him to “break that guy’s neck.”

“I’ll do it.” He had threatened, and you weren’t sure if he was really joking or not, but the party foul was instantly forgotten.

It was always you and Dave. Not only was the line blurred between possessive and protective, there was also no boundaries it seemed in regard to personal space. His arm around your shoulder wasn’t anything new, but what did that mean exactly? You definitely looked like every other couple in this theater. When his bandmates called you his girlfriend he would usually call them some derogatory name in return, but he didn’t bother correcting them. But this wasn’t something that had ever come up between the two of you. He was always teasing you, and you could tease him back free of the vitriol and venom that he gave everyone else. Did that mean anything? You spent the rest of the movie consumed by the swirling thoughts in your head rather than what was occupying the screen.

“So what’d you think?” Dave asked as you both drifted out of the theater. His arm at this point seemed to be perpetually draped over your shoulders, adding more fuel to the thoughts in your head.

“Hm?” You asked, blinking a few times when you realized he was staring at you.

“Wow. Was it so scary that you repressed the memory of it all?” No one else could make condescension sound so close to fondness.

“No,” you laughed and shoved him lightly, breaking the physical connection between the two of you. But he came right back. “…Did you really ask me to see this movie with you so you could scare me into cuddling with you?”

“Scare you? Hold on,” he said indignantly. “Who says I need to scare you to get you to touch me?” You scoffed and he smirked. “No. A) I wanted to see this movie. B) I wanted to see it with you.” He laid out each piece very deliberately as if you needed help understanding. You rolled your eyes.

“That’s it, huh.”

“…And I wanted you to touch me.” He added. Maybe because it was only the two of you and the late night brisk fall air that allowed him to be vulnerable enough to tell the truth without trying to deny it whatsoever.

“Well, did it ever occur to you that you could just ask anytime?” You asked him, placing your arm around his lower back and squeezing him close.

“No. It’s better tricking you into seeing some scary movie.”

“Why?” You lamented.

“It’s a bonus. I get to see you scared.” You scoffed, shaking your head and trying to pull away from him but he only pulled you closer and kissed the side of your head.

All you wanted to scream was what are we?! But instead, you just went with it. Maybe some things didn’t need to be explained, at least not yet. Besides, if you lived in your head wondering what it meant that he laced his hand in yours and asked if you were hungry, you wouldn’t get to enjoy how nice it all felt.

[jimmys-zeppelin]

bloodlust

mature content / nsfw / blood / vampirism

My veins are constricting into themselves. Thinning. My fingers and toes run cold and my heartbeat whooshes in my ears slower and slower with each second that goes by.

His lips are red-hot on my neck. Small, button-nose inhaling the scent of my skin as he gets his fix of me. His hair falls into perfect curls on his shoulders. He’s so absolutely beautiful I can’t contain it. I hold his bicep, my grip getting looser as he drains me. I try to squeeze when my fingers tingle, but to no avail. My body shivers beneath him and the blood starts dripping from his mouth when he can no longer hold any more. The flow is too much for him to drink.

“Jimm…” I whimper. Still-hot blood drips down the mounds over my chest, trails down the length of my torso. His fingers are inside me, and soon the blood encounters him. He thrusts my own blood back into my body. I can taste it in my mouth.

Then, I convulse. It’s euphoric.

“So good for me,” he mutters. Tears fall from my eyes. I love him.

I fall into a void of black. He’s taken too much—not enough. I’m grateful. It’s an orgasmic experience. Before I black out I hear him: his moan of graciousness. I served him adequately. It makes me happy.

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hi 👀

so I had this idea yesterday about vampire jimmy and immediately started writing it. it's very far out of my comfort zone and much darker than what I usually write. if you're all interested, I can write it out to be longer and maybe even make it a few part one-shot series. please let me know. as always, thank you so much for reading.

happy halloween! 🎃

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[filthforfriends]

Doing the second of two taglist check ins for people that aren't on Tumblr very often. Feel free to ignore this post if you aren't tagged!

I'm trying to condense my taglist down so I've tagged blogs that last submitted their preferences over a year ago and haven't interacted in the last five posts I've tagged them in. (I do totally understand if what I've been writing recently isn't your thing and I have fics about the other three in the works). If you'd like to stay on my taglist, like this post!

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If you'd like to get off my taglist, please let me know here so I can keep track!!!

If you're tagged below and don't interact with this post in some capacity within the next two weeks I will automatically drop you from my taglist. No hard feelings its just for the sake or organization! You can always put yourself back on it by filling out the questionnaire again. I just won't be monitoring who has liked this post beyond the two week mark (October 24th, 2023). Most of all, thank you for supporting my work at one time!

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[emiliaknightwrites]

Sunday means a new chapter of Wraith! 🥳

[interesting-music]

Spring is a time of renewal and new beginnings, which is why I'm so taken with these beautiful snowy white blackberry blossoms. Taken by the talented photographer Jodi Di Liberto, these delicate blossoms are a reminder that no matter what we go through, we can always look forward to a new season and new possibilities. #Spring #Renewal #NewBeginnings #BlackberryBlossoms #Beauty #Photography

[finelinevogue]

coming out to hazza as bi, not expecting him to support but he does? ❤️

i love this concept so much and i hope this is what you were looking for <33 (she/her pronouns used momentarily)

You and Harry had the best relationship going.

It had started out as best-friends, which over time progressed into best-friends with benefits and finally ended up as lovers. You’d been through it all together and you told each other anything and everything. Well nearly…

One secret that you’d been keeping from him for a while was your sexuality. You’d been keeping a secret from yourself for a long time, questioning who you were and what you felt, but after a long time of looking yourself in the mirror and asking those questions you had finally found your answer. You were bisexual and you were proud to be.

Discovering who you were and who you loved was a beautiful journey, but sometimes hard. You sometimes felt wrong for admitting you liked women, as well as men, when you had Harry as your boyfriend. It almost felt like you were overlooking him to see whether or not you did like women.

Harry, without even knowing, had helped so much with helping you discover who you love. With Harry being so open and free you felt like you could be the same. Harry had never officially put a label on himself, but you didn’t care because he loved you and you loved him and that would always be enough for you. Throughout Harry’s ‘Fine Line’ career you found yourself becoming more true to your sexuality and allowing yourself to open up and be the person you were meant to be. With songs such as ‘Lights Up’ and watching him be so free on stage with pride flags and such, made you feel like you belonged and helped you open up to yourself.

Now that Harry was back on tour you noticed how he was more open than ever on stage, especially when it came to songs such as TPWK and What Makes You Beautiful. You loved the way in which his energy was true and real, pushing his love out to everyone in the crowds and then beyond the arenas too. You felt more at home than ever and so much more comfortable in wanting to tell him your secret.

It’d been a few nights now since you first decided that you’d tell him on tour, but every-time you try to do it you shut down and end up talking about something else. You were frustrated at yourself that you kept on flaking and wished you were stronger enough to boldly shout it from the rooftops. You couldn’t work out what was holding you back, but tonight you were determined more than ever to break through the invisible barriers and let him know.

Harry was currently getting ready backstage and rushing around trying to be prepared. You, however, sat in his dressing room and bit your nails in anticipation along with a shaking leg. You’d just asked Harry’s assistant to go and find him and tell him that you have something important to tell him and you only hoped he would come running at that. You learnt your answer after a few minutes when Harry came rushing through the door, all dressed and mic’d up.

“What’s wrong lovie? Y’okay?” He asked rushed, obviously hearing that you needed him and came as quick as he could. He moved around the sofa and came and sat infinitely close next to you.

“Y-yeah.” You nodded unconvincingly, looking down at your hands which had now become so much more interesting than him. Harry took ahold of your hands as he noticed you start to pick around your nails, because he hated to see you cause harm to yourself. He wanted to help and console you.

“Y’need to tell me something important?” He pushed you softly for an answer as to why he was here and why he had come in such a rush.

“Yeah.” You answered simply again, not knowing how to start the conversation.

“Take y’time, lovie, you’re okay.” He comforted you, squeezing your hands to let you know he was going to sit here for a little longer until you were ready to talk. No matter how long it took, he’d always wait for you.

“I don’t know h-how to say it.”

“With words.” Harry replied, trying to crack a joke out of the unknown silence, but failed miserably. You tilted your gaze up to him, smiling softly, and only then did he realise that you had tears in your beautiful eyes. “Hey, woah. Why’re y’crying hm? What’s got y’all upset?”

Harry cradled your face with one of his hands, keeping a hold on your hands with his other. He made you look at him and he kissed you in between your brows to soften out the frown line that had formed.

“Sorry.” You laughed nervously, shaking your head as you thought about how silly you were being. You’d thought about this moment for ages and now that it was here you were a bit overwhelmed by it all.

“Don’t need to apologise t’me.” Harry shook his head and waited for you to calm down a little as he waited for you to say something more. “Just want to know you’re okay.”

“I’m okay, just.. I..” You tried getting out, but you were working yourself up and up thinking about the final moment you’d tell him and what his reaction might be.

You finally worked out why you were so reluctant in telling him all this time. Even though he was the most open and comforting man in the history of mankind, you were scared of what his reaction would be. You were terrified that dating a bisexual woman might put him off, yet the notion of that sounded absolutely stupid to you. You were worries that it could affect his image - something you shouldn’t even be thinking about.

“Do y’want me to turn around? That way y’don’t have to see me when y’tell me.” He offered and your heart warmed so deeply at the thought of him thinking only about making you comfortable, but no you didn’t want that.

“No. I want to tell you to your face.” You nodded and let out a shaky breathe, closing your eyes as you took a deep breathe and went back to holding onto both of his hands with yours. “Harry.”

“Y/N.” He smiled, trying to keep your heart happy as his shook with anticipation for whatever you were about to tell him.

“I wanted you to know.. that I-I am bisexual.”

You’d done it. You’d finally done it.

You’d told the one most important person in your life that you were bisexual and you genuinely had never felt so good about yourself. By the look on Harry’s face, he’d never felt so good about himself either. He was smiling, lips pierced shut, and eyes glinting brightly. He nodded at you and kept on smiling as the love from his heart burst through his smile and his cheeky eyes.

“Say it again.” He first responded, making you confused as to why this was the first thing he wanted to say back to you. You understood why he wanted you to say it’s again, though, when you did.

“I am bisexual.” You said more confidently. It felt so amazing. You smiled and laughed as you replayed the words you’d just said out loud in your head. You’d just come out to Harry and felt fucking amazing doing it. You felt a dead weight lift from your shoulders and you instantly felt yourself become more free, like the shackles had finally been unchained.

“And I love you so fucking much.” Harry replied, moving forwards quickly to capture your lips on his without hesitation.

He cupped both of your cheeks and pulled you until your lips met his, softly but passionately pouring all of his love into you as his mouth intertwined with yours. You felt your heart rush and you cupped the back of his head as you forced him even closer to you, draining him off his love as he fed off yours. Once he pulled back his lips were slightly pinker and his cheeks slightly redder, making you question how you looked in comparison.

“I take it you’re okay then, with me being bi?” You asked, licking your lips afterwards to still taste him on your tongue.

“Bi, pan, straight? I don’t care lovie, as long as you know how much I love you, because I do, and how proud I am of you.” Harry beamed, keeping you close as he spoke.

“You are?”

“I couldn’t be any prouder of you than I am right now. The courage and bravery for you to say this to me is something I will be proud of you forever for. You are something special, Y/N L/N, and I only thank you for still choosing to love me.” Harry answered and it made you slightly teary, already having tears in your eyes from before.

“I will always choose to love you, Harry.”

[emometalhead]

i apologize for my aggression (and bias) but how the FUCK is justin bieber the number one artist on spotify while FUCKING bowie is the 241st?! how the FUCK does jb has 92 MILLION listeners when FUCKING BOWIE ONLY HAS 15

This is a Justin Bieber hate account. You know the meme that's like, "if [blank] has 1 million haters/10 haters/1 hater, then I'm one of them". I feel that for him. I am always a supporter of pettiness, so I love that you brought this to my inbox.

Yeah I think it is absurd how popular he is. His music flat out sucks, and no aspects of him as a human are appealing.

[sunlightbabe]

are you and @bethanysnow actually married?

tragically no </3 we are simply platonic wives who love and support each other through all endeavors

[childrenofthenightt]

*gawk*

nail polish!! rings!! fingers!! cigarettes!!

how dare he

HELLO HI HEY I AM AT THE DENTISTS OFFICE AND IM HAVING. SO MANY THOUGHTS. WOW WOW WOW izzy that should be illegal 😶 also as an avid ring wearer (6-8 at all times babyyyy!!) we Are going to be sharing <3

[bethanysnow]

the drawing of ethan in the link bodysuit and fishnets on your pinned post is perfection. i like your drawing style and i read quiet music and it’s SO good bestie istg… are u and @maneskinbrainrot actually married? or is it just platonic?

Unfortunately platonic. But that's only because she has her heart on a guy she knows IRL. Trust me I wish lol she is amazing and beautiful and I love her to bits. If we could grow old together and raise kids platonically we would.

Thank you for the compliments! Means a lot ^-^

@maneskinbrainrot My wife forever and always.

[lost-in-the-80s]

hi! we never actually talked but you seem cool and you write really good and i’m glad youre back :)

Hii

Thank youu! I'm very happy to be back!

I'm so glad you like my writing ❤️

Feel free to talk to me anytime, I love talking to people :)

[born-to-lose]

❤️ 🎶 ⏰?

❤️ do you have a favorite romance language?

Answered :)

🎶 favorite singer/group/band who sings in your target language(s)?

TIX (Norwegian)

Eppu Normaali (Finnish)

Alcest (French)

⏰ for how long have you been studying your target language(s)?

Oh boy... French since September 2020 (started sometime in 6th grade but dropped it after like a month), Finnish since the beginning of last year, Swedish since summer 2021, Norwegian since October 2021, Danish since winter 2021

[jimmys-zeppelin]

hi everyone!! I have a little bit of something I wrote down over the summer that I wasn't too happy with, but am now realizing is actually not bad lol. anyway, this is set just after the 1970 melody maker awards ceremony with jimbo 🫶🏼 enjoy!

The crystalline award sat on the coffee table in tandem with the clothes scattered all over the floor. It was like they watched me with a knowing eye. Watched us. 

Our breaths had synchronized in the wake of his sleepiness and I felt like a mother cradling her child with the way he lay over me. Spent from a night of socialization and a transient evening of casual sex that ended with us both on the sofa, Jimmy had been handed all the wins he could possibly want for a day. 

While he was ready for bed, there were still dirty dishes awaiting me in the kitchen, an untidy house that was not mine, and most importantly: a man laid on top of me keeping me from existing comfortably in our shared bed. 

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and here's some eye candy inspiration for ya ;)

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taglist: @keepcalmandcarryfire @witchesdust @jonesyjonesyjonesy @paginate54 @hejustsatisfiess @salixfragilis @modernloverss @reincarnated70sbaby @rebel-without-a-zeppelin @kyunisixx @blackberryblossom @jimmypages @foreverandadaydarling @lzep @n0quart3r @verrbena-in-the-air if you want to be added to the list let me know!