#but if its just like .. them releasing the kitchen tapes or something then i don't rlly care. those have been circulating for a while

[iwakuraz]

oh I just remembered that new blue album deluxe edition came out today didn't it? I wonder if theres anything I haven't already heard on it

[uncleasriel]

So, I just saw this movie. What a weirdly misogynistic, grotesquely surreal, but still mentally stimulating experience. Thoughts and reactions and spoilers ahead!

Ultimately, I think this is film is a little too neatly explained in the "asshole TV exec gets brain tumors, suffers schizoid hallucinations & commits violence". While parsing out which layers of reality are truly delusional and which are real things which brush against his hallucinations seems like a neat mental exercise, the structure of 'man goes mad and commits heinous acts acting on delusions' is something which I've seen explored so often in the forty years following the film's release that I'm afraid to say it's almost become a cliche.

I don't want to dismiss the film as not worth watching - it clearly has a power, and it touches on some engaging ideas about the unreality of moving picture media & the unhealthy role unregulated media The special effects, while surprassed by some of Cronenberg's later work, are still as grotesque and nightmarish as ever. I just find the overall plot of the film can be too neatly explained as "Max Renn's sublimated anxieties over his career as an amoral peddler of violent smut literally metastasize and consume his sense of reality." It just feels too easy to dismiss the more surreal sequences as symptoms of psychosis, instead of McLuhan-esque digressions on the nature of mass media.

Perhaps that's a failing on my part. There's certainly a critique of the kind of marketplace which pushes firms to air more and more extreme sexual & violent content to make ends meet, and I get an air of desperation about Max Renn. He has a mad desire to make it as a 'little guy' pushing back against a media landscape as staid and monolithic as Canada's. Echoes of Toronto's City TV & its provocative egomaniac figurehead Moses Znaimer are obvious.

But the person of Renn is repugnant. He is a money man focused on finding the extreme flavor of provocative so he can get people watching his his channel, incapable or unwilling to entertain the possibility that the depersonalized, sadomasochistic pseudo-snuff on the Videodrome channel could show genuine acts of torture and violence. His gross sexually forward comments with radio host Nicki Brand reek of a sleazy 80s entertainment mogul, and her bizarrely tolerant acceptance of them felt as wholly unreal as the videodrome nightmares.

It felt like an indictment of Cronenberg as a man, using actress Debbie Harry as a meat-puppet, spouting sexualized dialog as an outlet for some unhealthy psychosexual impulse. When Nicki reveals herself to be a sadomasochist at Renn's apparment, her behaviour feels similarly unreal - she feels like a lonely man's vision of an imaginary girlfriend, throwing herself at sadomasocistic perversion without a sense of personality beyond it. A shame, since the scene where Renn gives her an ear piercing comes off as genuinely sensual; a demonstration of a person relishing the comingling of pleasure and pain in an intimate act made enjoyable both partners.

Her character leaves the film soon after this, "travelling to Pittsburg" (where the disturbing broadcasts are said to come from), only to reappear in Renn's delusions as a character acting out disturbing scenes on television. Soon Renn begins to delve into the mystery of this bizarre TV channel, such as tapping an ambiguously Eastern European film distributor for leads and uncovering the delightfull odd Cathode Ray Mission a soup kitchen for the television-deprived homeless.

As spectre of a Marshall McLuhan figure (charmingly named Brian O'Blivion) evasively maneuvers through is daughter Bianca, , conspiracies and delusions pile on as mysterious night visitations and corporate power-players threaten to overhwelm Max Renn's world. Ultiamtely, they turn him into a vessel controlled by a vaginal stomach-pouch stuffed, played with meda emboded in mind-controlling Betamax tapes stuffed into his abdominal cavity. Cronenberg's famed body horror chops come into focus, and as Renn's reality breaks the throughline of tumor-induced psychosis looms large.

It's still gripping to watch, however. Max's degrading mental state reads to me as the man coming realize he hates what he does for a living; he externalizes his self-loathing into useful conspiratorial scapegoats and transfiguring himself into the techno-organic Christ who saves the soft, weak world via violent retribution. The creepy proclamation "Death to Videodrome! Long live the new flesh!" is the right kind of reactionary sound that appeals to every soft-important maniac with a gun, and (paired in with the nightmare imagery) catapults itself towards a grimly inevitable conclusion.

I can't say I felt comfortable watching this film. While the body horror is still wonderfully wet and sickening, the parts that truly disgusted me were more of how character manifested. Max Renn is a misogynist and a sadist, self-important and pitiable. Other male characters like Harlan, Raphael & Moses come off as similarly sleazy and unpleasant. Women meanwhile are either delusionally unrealistic like Nicki or Bianca O'Blivion, underserved by the script like Max's Secretary Bridey James , or are fridged unceremoniously like Max's Eastern European artisinal smut-peddler Rena King.

While it was compelling to watch Max's fall into madness, I kept wishing I could see more of these people away from Max, living their own narratives. It's foolish to expect a selfish & delusional man like Max Renn to respect let alone understand the interiority of others, but I'd still like to see it. Brief glimpses of what could be, like Japanese businessmen selling Max an erotic video series (and being put off by how he only cared about the erotic scenes, rather than the plot) came to mind - there is a world beyond Max Renn, a fascinating one of a media landscape pushing new ground and of the hot and dangerous new vistas of excitement, titlilation and transgression to be had.

Still, what we get is one of the most iconic Canadian horror films - lightning in a bottle from 1983, repackage on Criterion Collection DVDs to electrify and energize TV screens with a hallucination as raw and surreal now as it was four decades ago.

Careful...it bites.

Videodrome (1983) dir David Cronenberg

[queenmylovely]

Helloo i was wondering could we get a smutty roger blurb pretty pleasssseee maybe due to the recent pop quiz videos 🙄 like he's on the show and youre watching in the audience as a friend and his team losses + he's hella annoyed so he's determined to get home asap so he can relieve his frustrations but you decide to come home with him to cheer him up but you don't know what you are in for because he can't resist you when he's in this mood 😍

1st Holiday Advent post yay! (send me a request here and check out the explanation here) Anyway, this has been in my inbox forever, so thank you for your patience anon, I reward you with a honkin’ 2.5k words (warnings are smut, 18+) Masterlist

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You were attending the taping of one of the episodes of Pop Quiz that Roger was on. He had invited you the week before after you had mentioned that you always caught the episodes when they aired and liked answering the questions yourself. It wasn’t totally clear if this was a date or not, but you were fine with either. Not that you didn’t really fancy Roger, you just were okay with it being a friendly invitation as well. The two of you always flirted and were touchy, but you knew you were just a flirt in general and Roger himself was touchy with all of his friends.

The idea of asking him out had been something you were toying with, but whatever was between you and Roger seemed like something that would develop on its own time and in its own way. You knew it wouldn’t be a conventional sort of relationship, which you were totally okay with, so you figured it’d be best to just let everything happen the way it was going to.  

Sitting in the front row of the studio audience, you had a great view of the stage other than what was obstructed by the cameras. Luckily, Roger wasn’t obstructed so you could watch him all night. At the beginning, he would wave to you during commercial breaks or mouth things when the other team was answering and he was sure he wasn’t onscreen. He made you laugh a lot with all of his faces and you had to stifle yourself to keep from interrupting the taping.

Unfortunately, as time went on, it became clear that Roger’s team was losing and by three quarters of the way through, they were too far to come back and win. You could tell Roger wasn’t happy. You would’ve bet money that no one else could really tell the difference in his behavior, but having been his friend for quite a while and seeing the way he acted in the studio, you could see the slight differences. His hand was tucked into the collar of his shirt and you could see his fingers underneath the fabric moving underneath like they were tapping out a quick rhythm. His answers to the questions became short and gone was the funny banter and quips that he was usually known for. He probably wouldn’t have been so upset, but his team was doing poorly mainly due to a few mess ups on his part, and he felt guilty and stupid for getting the answers wrong.

Roger kept his composure through the rest of the show, but as soon as it was done, he was finding you to leave. The host tried to invite the two of you to the pub with everyone else, but Roger waved him off saying it wasn’t a good night for it.

Once he got to you, Roger grabbed your hand a little roughly and pulled you next to him, saying with a gruff voice, “Let’s get you home.”

He led you out of the studio quickly, to his car that was parked in the garage. Roger let your hand go so you could both get in, turning on the car and then practically speeding out of the garage. As soon as he got to the highway, he pushed the accelerator hard, going well past what you knew the speed limit to be.

“Roger, Roger, slow down!” you cried out, gripping the door next to you and subconsciously pressing your feet into the brake pedal you wished was on your side.

“Don’t worry love, the street’s empty,” Roger assured you, keeping up the speed.

“Well, what if someone else gets on?”

“Then I’ll slow down,” he looked over to you to make sure you accepted his answer and when you nodded, he turned back to the road, increasing his speed further.

A little less worried, you started paying attention to where he was going and realized he was taking you home.

“You’re going to my house?” you asked in confusion.

“Yeah, I said ‘let’s get you home,’” he reminded you shortly.

“Oh,” was all your reply, disappointed because you knew he was planning to just drop you off and be on his way. You had been looking forward to the rest of the night with maybe a drink or two and lots of good conversation with Roger.

It wasn’t long before you arrived at your house, Roger stopping in front of your driveway and putting the car into park.

“Sorry I kind of ruined the night. ‘m just not in the greatest mood after the shit that was that show,” Roger said, looking down at his hands on the steering wheel instead of up at you.

You put your hand on the closest of his and he looked up, “You know, it wasn’t all on you. And besides, it’s just a bit of fun for a show, right?”

Roger moved past just feeling the warmth of your hand on his to answer, “Yeah, I guess.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you suggested, “Why don’t you come in for a drink or something. I hate to send you home without having cheered you up, even just a little.”

The earnest look in your eyes and how close you were to him made Roger eager to say yes to your suggestion. But he thought again and wondered if he should because he knew that whenever he got in this mood he was prone to doing whatever he could to relieve the frustration. That often included sex with whoever was around and willing, but he wasn’t sure that the possible risk to your friendship was worth the fuck he wanted just to release some steam.

Roger also knew there was something between the two of you and wasn’t sure that now was the time to expand on it, without practically any patience on his part. He was about to decline your offer and just drive home to work his irritation out on his drums when you let go of his hand.

Before he could react, you shut off the engine and pulled the keys from the ignition, unbuckling and throwing open the door of the car. You got out, shut the door, and ran, stopping about ten feet into your lawn.

“If you want them back you’ll have to come in first!” you shouted to him. He watched you in surprise, which quickly turned to shock and then a fire low in his belly when you tucked the keys into your bra with a laugh.

He got out of the car, almost slamming the door shut and you tensed in anticipation. He started like he was going to start running and you bolted a couple steps, but he was just messing with you. So you watched him again, and he walked, slowly this time, until he was five feet away. When you were least expecting it, he lunged for you, but you were just far enough away to stay out of his grasp. You made it to the door and unlocked it before he got there, leaving the keys in the lock to slow him down before continuing into your house.

Roger watched you disappear into your house, shaking his head as he pulled your house key from the lock and walked in, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

“I’m going to get those keys,” Roger announced to you as he sauntered into the kitchen where he already knew you’d be.

You held out a drink for him, whisky, neat, that you had poured from the bar cart in your kitchen.

“Not for awhile you won’t,” you replied as he walked around the counter to you, leaning back against it.  

He took the drink you held out to him, and the two of you cheersed before taking a sip, looking each other in the eye.

“So what do you suggest we do until then?” he asked, swirling his drink and cocking his hip to the side.

“Well, we’ll have to finish our drinks, of course,” you reasoned, moving a step forward and taking another sip.

Roger, on the other hand, downed his drink all at once, then looked at you and said, “What next?”

“We could listen to some music,” you suggested, getting another step closer.

“Not really in the mood to listen to music,” Roger muttered, setting down his empty glass on the counter; you did the same with your still mostly full one.

Rolling your eyes, you took the last step until you were right in front of him and then waited until he looked down at you before speaking, “What are you in the mood for?”

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There was a moment of silence and tension before you rushed together, meeting in a fervent kiss. Roger gripped you by your waist and you held yourself steady by wrapping your arms around his neck. That steady was knocked off balance as Roger flipped the two of you around, pressing you against the counter with his hips. You moaned and parted your mouth when Roger’s tongue ran along your lower lip. As he deepened the kiss, his hands slid down to your ass, squeezing it before using his grip to lift you onto the counter.

Laughing, you widened your legs and used your heels to pull him closer until you could feel his growing hardness pressing against you. The kiss made you feel hot all over and you shrugged off your jacket. Roger let his fall to the floor before moving his hands to the buttons of your blouse. He undid it as you nipped at his neck, but when he tried to undo your bra, he couldn’t.

“Oh, it’s-- it’s in the front,” you explained and undid the clasp between your breasts. Then, when you did, Roger’s keys fell to your lap.

The two of you paused for a second before you burst into laughter and Roger dropped his head to your shoulder, his breath tickling your skin.

“I--I told you I would get them,” Roger told you through chuckles.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you replied as you tossed his keys to the side, and he did.

As the kiss got more intense, you raked your fingers through his hair, pulling roughly at the ends. Roger groaned deeply in his throat, pulling back to mouth at your neck, using his hands to feel your breasts. As a spike of heat travelled through you, you pushed him back a little to hike up your skirt (which you were grateful you wore) and pull down your underwear as quick as you could.

Roger did the same, kicking his pants off all the way before pulling you to the edge of the counter. You reached between you and ran your hand along the length of his dick, getting a sense for it and making sure it was ready, the moan that came from Roger’s lips just being an added bonus. He reached between your thighs and swiped his thumb up through your folds, gathering some wetness before rubbing your clit in tight circles.

“Fuck. Mm, just fuck me now, I’m ready,” you said breathlessly.

Nodding, Roger let you guide his cock to your entrance, pushing in slowly until he bottomed out. Giving you a second, he pulled out just as slowly then started fucking you for real. His pace wasn’t too fast, in fact it was just right and hit you in all the right places as you gripped onto his shoulders and used your legs for leverage. His thumb stayed on your clit and that matched with his sharp thrusts made your pleasure grow faster than you expected.

It wasn’t long before you couldn’t keep quiet, telling Roger all the ways he was making you feel and how good he was fucking you. Roger was just as loud, but with moans instead of words and each of his sounds sent another bolt of pleasure through you.

“Roger, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna co-ome, keep going,” you said, your voice breaking.

In return, he snapped his hips into you with each thrust, and as you clenched around him, his shaky moan was all it took for your orgasm to take over. As your muscles tightened and your eyes closed, pleasure waved through you, making it almost hard to breathe with how good you felt.

Roger kept going, and even as you came down, showed no signs of stopping. You could tell that he was working off some frustration, and it honestly made you feel heady that he was using you for it. Luckily you weren’t too sensitive, and despite already coming, each thrust still gave you pleasure.

Wanting to help him along, you clenched around him, at the same time moved to kiss his neck. You kissed until you found the spot that made him groan, deciding to suck and nip your way to leaving a hickey there.

Before you knew it, you began to feel another orgasm building, and you moaned against Roger’s neck as a particularly strong wave of pleasure went through you. You kissed your way up to Roger’s mouth and kissed him again, reveling in the feeling of his tongue against yours.

But then you felt his fingers on your clit again and you broke the kiss to tell him, “Oh Roger, oh my gosh, you’re gonna make me come again. Fuck me.”

“Already am, but I can sure go harder,” Roger joked, voice a little uneven.

“Yes, that, do that,” you agreed, nodding quickly.

Roger complied, and as his thrusts grew harder you keened at the feeling. His free hand went into your hair, pulling your head back enough so that he could lean down and get his mouth on your breasts. He kissed his way to one of your nipples, bringing it between his lips as he sucked.

One of your hands went behind you to keep you up but the other went to the back of Roger’s head keeping him in place. And then Roger tugged at your nipple lightly with his teeth and you were cumming, tightening your grip in his hair and moaning brokenly at the feeling.

Even as the hot pleasure ran through you, you could feel Roger’s hips stuttering and the change made you whine. Just having caught your breath enough to talk, you grabbed Roger’s shoulder, “Come, I need you to come.”

“Where?”

“I’m on birth control, inside me, please, fuck,” you pleaded, a little because your sensitivity was getting stronger, but mostly because you wanted him to reach that high too.

And just a few thrusts more, with the clench of your walls around him, Roger came into you, moaning into your chest as his thrusts slowed down. When he stopped, he stayed inside you, and you ran your fingers through his hair as he came down.

Breath still heavy, Roger started pressing lazy kisses up your chest and neck before finding your mouth and kissing you slowly. After a minute, you pulled back and smiled at him.

“So that happened,” Roger said, his smile matching yours.

“Yeah, finally,” you said with a laugh. “Guess we should thank Pop Quiz for adding the last bit of frustration that made it all boil over.”

“Yeah, guess we should,” Roger muttered, leaning in and kissing you again.

★★★

tagging bc its sooo long: @riseetothesun @drowseoftaylor @caborhapch @queenlover05 @johndeaconshands @stardust-galaxies @theblossomknows   @buckyluvrs   

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 32)

"RIOT GRLS"

@lovemythsworld

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

Colson's slowly collecting his stuff. He has a show in NC on the 10th and then is fully on tour until July. Sighing he shoots Ashley a text asking about Luna. She lets him know that she's with her.

"At least she's safe." Even though he's sure Pete is probably right, he's still worried about what could have upset her. He notices the time. "Damn she runs fast." He thinks impressed as he finishes his joint.

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Ashley sits at the kitchen table while Luna paces. "It's the fucking principal. He's basically holding my music hostage, with a fucking Top 40 Hit as the ransom. Its fucking ludicrous!! Like, what the fuck makes anyone think they can fucking own me!?" She shakes her head, knowing exactly what, a Fucking contract, as she looks around for her purse. "Fuck, I didn't even bring my bag. You got any bud?" She asks Ashley.

"Yup." Twisting her pen in her hand. "Sit." She directs Luna.

She does, continuing to vent to her best friend. "And this fucking Alabama shit is insane!! It's like we're taking 10 more steps back, every fucking day." She hits the pen a few times.

"So we do, what we do. Write a fucking Riot Grl song, like we talked about, only now we have a clear message. I know you like being small Loons, but we let it be a top 40 and use it to do something about Alabama. At least draw attention to it and figure out a way to help the girls there." She takes the pen from Luna and hits it herself. "Think about what you do for Flint. Just bigger and more exposed. Fuck, my fans love merch!! We can donate all those proceeds somewhere!!" Ashley can see the wheels turning in Luna's head.

"I can't fucking feature with you, he'll demand another 40, locking me into 2." She sighs.

"So, you feature me. If they wanna play red tape, with a Fucking WORD, we'll wrap them motherfuckers up in it. You said you have Monica going over your contract. Have her look into you featuring other artists."

Luna nods. Texting Monica right then. She also asks her to please look into possibly helping local Alabama organizations. Monica texts that she will, and that she already has her ear to the ground. Luna hits the pen again. She looks at Ashley. "I think we should change some things around. Write it from 2 points of view. An 'I and Us' kinda theme." She peers at Ashley. "Am I making sense?"

"Yup!" Says Ashley excited, pulling out the book they had wrote in the night before. "How about this?" She asks changing some lyrics 🎶We've been polite//But we're done with this trend//Of men thinking//They can tell us//What we can do//In our beds🎶

"Ohhhhh!!! That's fucking nasty, Ashh! I Fucking love it! I wanna change the Exs lyric to record executives..." She takes the pencil from Ashley. 🎶Keep the record executives//In check//In their basements//Their ideas are tired//Or worse//They're complacent//I have played nice//But will now be The Bully//We're tired and angry//Coming for The Hill//So scared//Is what you should be🎶 She shows Ashley.

"AHHHHHHH!!! LOOOOONS!! We're gonna be murking motherfuckers out here!!" Ashley screams, jumping up from the table after she reads it. She's dancing around singing it to a barking Jagger. "I'll be right back." She walks out of the room. Coming back in with her guitar. They finish reworking the lyrics, over their initial melody. Then they write the rest of the music. Using soft and hard drum ideas, guitar, keytar and a solid bass line dropping in and out. Ashley is playing guitar, while Luna bangs rhythms out on the table. They're working the hard/soft formula and wanna see if Colson and his band will back them.

"I'd trust Slim and Baze to produce it." Luna says confidently.

"Oh yeah, deff after the other night." Ashley agrees. After about an hour the girls sit back, satisfied.

"What should we call it?" Luna asks. Still sitting back, Ashley thinks for a minute. 🎶I'm no sweet dream but Imma hell of a night🎶 She looks at Luna intensely as she slides her arms across the table towards her. "Nightmare." She says with nod and wicked smile.

"Fuck yes." Luna agrees biting her lip, thinking hard. "We open to you reciting The Lords Prayer." Matching Ashley's wicked smile.

Ashley laughs. "I FUCKING love THAT!! This is going to be AMAZING!!"

"They're not gonna know what fucking hit 'em." Luna agrees, her wicked smile turning into an evil grin.

Ashley starts dancing around the kitchen again, singing. This time mimicking CCR 🎶There's a Bad Luna rising, I see trouble on the way🎶 Both girls laugh before Luna calls Colson. She needs to shower and change her shoulder's dressing. She's gross from anger-running and her shoulder is throbbing.

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Colson is smoking a joint, working in the studio when Luna calls. She apologizes for running out. She was mad at her lable and AL and said she didn't wanna take it out on him.

He gets it, he'd looked it up, AL is a big deal. He asks her why she's mad at the lable.

She explains some douche bag is anticipating their record being a Top 40 Hit and how, because Luna's mainly low-key, he wants his own Top 40 from her before he'll release her rights to Bad Things.

They know that they have the music in their physical possession and can do what they want with it. They also know that without her lable's permission they can both be sued and the song legally blocked from the air. They both agree it's bullshit. Luna's already decided she's deff walking in June.

She then asks if he would mind backing her and Ashley on their record with his band? He laughs agreeing, asking if she wants to record today. She responds with a grateful yes please. They get off the phone agreeing her and Ashley will be over soon.

Luna calls Monica to get an update on the legalities and include her in the possible new ones with Ashley, Colson and his band. She tells Luna she can't find anything to get Luna out of her contract, that she does indeed have a feature for feature clause but that HER lable is responsible for all production, publicity and artist costs on her records. Before they disconnect, she reminds her that her contract is up next month. 

"Oh, Imma ride the shit outttta of this." Luna happily schemes more artists into the project.

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Before getting to Colson's, Luna places a handful of personal calls. If she wants to lay the track this evening and shoot the video tomorrow, she HAS to move quickly. Her friend Hannah has agreed to shoot the video. Her grandmother, Frannie, Paris, Billie and Lana are all free to show up. Luna asks them to spread the Riot Grl word, that she wants a BIG SHOT at 7P, bring, send, anyone and everyone they can. EXCEPT Joan, she tells her grandmother. She then shoots a mass text out to Cara, Lily, Nikki, Bella, Phem, Steph, Ri, Nix, Zoë and Ruby letting them know what her plan is, asking if they wanna be involved, esp in the BIG SHOT and to bring whomever. JUST NOT JOAN. Her phone is exploding as she drives with Ashley to Colson's. Everyone's in. They're equally pissed about AL and excited to be involved in the project. Most can fly in tonight, others tomorrow. Definitely before 7P. Luna responds with 😍🙏💃🎉

The thread still rolling through out the night with details and updates. Luna appreciating her friends.

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Ashley heads into the studio first, to recite The Lord's Prayer over Baze's eerie keytar. Luna's pleased with how sick they sound together.

Once they finish, EVERYONE piles into the studio, Luna and Ashley are side by side. Colson and AJ each have a guitar. Rook is on the drums, Baze still on the keytar. They need certain elements. Slim is outside the booth working the board. They had given it a couple dry runs and feel confident they can get it on one take. Luna kisses Colson, smiling at him. "Let's kill a Fucking nother one, Guys!!!" She shouts as they start.

Slim plays Ashley's voice over their headphones. As her voice ends and Baze's keytar continues, the band kicks in together fiercely as Ashley's vocals pound along with them. The room zaps to life.

🎶I!🎶Keep a record of their wreckage and their lies🎶We're startin' to weaponize our powerful minds🎶They talk shit but we won't take it this time🎶And they'll realize🎶

The band stops as Luna steps in alone, slowly coming in behind her vocals.

🎶I'm out for blood and it won't be sweet🎶Tired of having the rugs🎶Pulled from beneath our feet🎶Done trusting lies🎶Done trusting Men🎶Picking each other up🎶And putting ourselves🎶Back together again🎶

Luna's voice is strong but delicate as she glides over the lyrics with passion. She continues.

🎶We've stared in our mirrors🎶And punched it to shatters🎶Picked out our pieces🎶To have our own daggers🎶Society has us🎶Pinching our skin🎶With our own fingers🎶Wishing we could cut our parts off🎶With some scissors🎶

The room is buzzing as Ashley steps in harmonizing with Luna.

🎶They say🎶Come on Little Ladies give us a smile🎶No we ain't got nothing to smile about🎶

Ashley falls out as Luna continues into the mic with more anger in her voice. Rook's drums push hard.

🎶We've got nothing to smile for🎶I waited a while for🎶This moment to say🎶WE DON'T OWE YOU A GOD DAMN THING!🎶

The band crashes in after Luna, Ashley belting the first chorus again, nailing it.

🎶I!🎶Keep a record of their wreckage and their lies🎶We're startin' to weaponize our powerful minds🎶They talk shit but we won't take it this time🎶And they'll realize🎶

The band stops again, only Baze on keytar as Ashley softens her voice.

🎶That I'm no sweet dream🎶But I'm a hell of a night🎶No, I'm no sweet dream 🎶But I'm a hell of a night🎶

Luna and Ashley exchange excited looks as Ashley drops out so Luna can step in again with Baze, Rook rumbling behind her. She sings with fire.

🎶No, I won't smile🎶But I'll show you my teeth🎶And I might let you breathe🎶If you just let us be🎶We've been polite🎶But we're done with this trend🎶Of men thinking they can tell us🎶What we can do in our beds🎶Keep the record executives🎶In check in their basements🎶Their ideas are tired🎶Even worse, they're complacent🎶I have played nice🎶But will now be The Bully🎶We're tired and angry🎶Coming for The Hill🎶So scared is what you should be🎶

Luna snarls, grinning at Colson as she joins Ashley again for the second chorus. Colson plays his guitar flawlessly, dick getting hard as he watches Luna bounce around. The girls mock each other playfully as they sing together.

🎶They say🎶Come on Little Ladies give us a smile🎶No, we ain't got nothing to smile about🎶

Ashley drops back as Luna slams into the lyrics again.

🎶We've got nothing to smile for🎶I waited a while for🎶This moment to say🎶WE DON'T OWE YOU A GOD DAMN THING!!!🎶

The booth EXPLODES as Ashley and band come in harder than ever over the original chorus.

🎶I!🎶Keep a record of their wreckage and their lies🎶We're starting to weaponize our powerful minds🎶They talk shit but we won't take it this time🎶And they'll realize🎶

The band lightens as Luna and Ashley harmonize together again.

🎶Women like me🎶Can be real nightmares🎶Completely aware🎶But I'd rather be a real nightmare🎶Than die unaware🎶Yeah🎶Women like me🎶Can be real nightmares🎶Completely aware🎶But I'm glad to be🎶A real nightmare🎶So save us your prayers🎶

The band kicks in with Ashley again HARD for the final run of the main chorus. The booth going insane.

🎶I!🎶Keep a record of their wreckage and their lies🎶We're startin' to weaponize our powerful minds🎶They talk shit but we won't take it this time🎶And they'll realize🎶

The band fades from under her as Ashley leads them out over Baze's keytar.

🎶That I'm no sweet dream🎶But I'm a hell of a night🎶No, I'm no sweet dream 🎶But I'm a hell of a night🎶

Everyone is wide eyed with adrenaline. Slim comes over their head phones. "THAT was fucking SICK, Yo!" He tells them to their cheers. Luna and Ashley squeeze each other excitedly before Luna pulls back outta pain. They head into the studio for the playback.

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Luna sits on Colson's lap, swigging a beer as they listen to the record. Everyone is pumped with excitement. Joints are flowing. The song is raw and fierce, exactly the way Luna and Ashley wanted it. She sends the raw cut through the mass text.

"You were fucking sexy as hell in there, Kitten. Imma fuck the shit outta you later." Colson whispers into Luna's ear.

She giggles, thanking him for his help before kissing him deeply. Then she turns to the room "By the way guys all of tonight, and today Ash, are billable to Charles Fucking Ward at Riot Records!!" She announces lifting her beer. They all laugh and cheers.

After a bit, everyone heads upstaris to unwind and get fucked up by the pool.

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Finally alone upstairs. Luna pulls the red dress she has on, off over her head. Colson comes up behind her, moving her long blonde hair to kiss the back of her neck. Even exhausted he sets her on fire. She cranes her neck back, pulling his head to her, kissing him over her good shoulder. Their kisses are sloppy, wet and firm. Colson slides his hand into the waistband of her panties. Slipping his middle finger inside of her, swirling her clit with his thumb. Panting, she kisses him harder before pushing him away. She looks coyly over her right shoulder at him as she slides her panties off. Bending over his dresser, she wiggles her ass in the air at him.

"Ooohhh... Dirty Girl wants to play? He laughs, dropping his pants.

"Yes, please." She giggles with a smile.

"Mmmm." He bites her on the ass, making her jump. Then he grabs her by one hip, sliding himself slowly into her wet pussy.

"Bunnnnyyy....." Luna coos to the girth of his dick.

"You like that, Kitten?" He asks, pulling her hair, pumping into her hard.

She yelps. Moaning "Mhhhhmmm." As she bucks against him hard. Catching his eye in the mirror, she bites her lip. She gives him a devilish look as she begins slamming into him. "Who's dick is it?" She asks.

"Yours." He says, body flush from her pussy and stare.

Not breaking eye contact, she asks again feeling her body heat up as she fucks him. "Who's dick is it?"

"Yours." He says louder, breathing hard, gripping her hips as she fucks him. He's close as they continue to stare at each other in the mirror.

Bucking hard, just about to cum, she licks her bottom lip before biting it again. "WHO'S FUCKING DICK IS THIS!?" She demands one last time, daring him with her eyes.

They both cum as he yells out "YOURS!!!!!" before carefully falling on to her back.

"Your fucking right it is." She tells him. Still grinding against him. She's greedy with his cock.

"You're a crazy fucking bitch." He tells her, kissing her bare back, making her purr. It's an action they both cherish.

As they climb into bed she asks him if Casie can come to the video shoot tomorrow.

"I think it's gonna be really iconic, there's going to be a lot of strong, smart women involved. And, if it's ok with you and Emma, I think it would be an awesome experience for Cas. Especially for her to be included in the BIG SHOT. THAT would be fucking epic!" She grins getting excited.

He loves how she reacts to things but even more how she thinks of Casie. He checks the time.

"Lemme call Em now." He says reaching for his phone. "Hey..." He says when she picks up. "Nah, everything's cool. How are you and Cas?" "Cool." "So listen, I know it's last minute but Luna's shooting like a women's empowerment music video tomorrow and she was hoping to involve Cas..." Emma's talking. "Yeah, yeah... If you could fly her out, that'd be awesome." "Cool." "Thanks Em, see you tomorrow."

"AAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Luna squeals jumping on top of him, kissing him all over."This is gonna be SO fun!!!"

"I Fucking love you." He smiles, pulling back her into him for another orgasmic night cap.

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After going to bed late and waking up SUPER early, before she even showers, Luna asks Colson for an Adderall. He looks at her a little crooked as he hands her a 30xr. She REALLY shocks the fuck out of him when she cracks the capsule and snorts it in one shot. "It's gonna be a long day." She one shoulder shrugs.

"I FUCKING love her." He thinks laughing to himself, as he kisses her on the head.

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Colson goes with Luna in the morning to greet her grandmother. Luna introduces her to Colson, whom she embraces warmly as she invites him out to NY for dinner. He graciously accepts while blushing. Patti flew in with her dear friends Joni, Debbie, Annie and Susan. Luna is excited to see all of them. She had anticipated lots of touching and hugs so she popped 3 30s, ate a bag of CBD heavy edibles and smoked an extra joint to pick them up. Luna's grandmother still doesn't know she was shot and Luna's goal is to keep it that way.

Colson drops Luna and the women off at the abandoned building she had rented for the shoot. It's nice to have credit in the straight world. Luna's billing every fucking thing from tody to Charles Ward at Riot Records. Red tape, Motherfuckers.

Luna's grandmother and her friends tease her over how cute and sweet Colson is. He's grabbing them breakfast from The Griddle before going to get Casie from the airport.

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It's a fun day of filming. Filled with excitement, empowerment, ideas, laughter, bonding and surprises.

Luna's friends begin to arrive at the location at different times, bringing other strong women with them. Everyone truly coming together like a family. Each woman being involved, blending in with the other cast and helping create different scenes that Ashley and Luna play out. The women change wardrobe multiple times from street fighting, punk clothes to sweet lingerie. And everything in between. Causing Pattie to notice Luna's injury. Luna promising to tell her grandmother about it later.

Casie is on set having a blast. Interacting with everyone while Luna keeps an eye on her. Colson had dropped her off, saying Hello to Pattie and kissing Luna deeply. Leaving before becoming overwhelmed by the overflowing estrogen. It's agreed Casie will only be in the BIG SHOT. Luna's grandmother finds the girl especially sweet with her quick wit. Making Pattie laugh many times throughout the day to Luna's delight.

Luna talks to Monica regarding Nightmare and Bad Things. Monica has drawn up and had Charles sign a contract confirming that once Luna releases Nightmare publicly, she will have full control over her rights to Bad Things.

They also touch base on AL, how there are still 3 functioning clinics. They're being funded by an organization named Yellowhammer. Luna tells Monica that she and Ash were thinking about printing out merchandise in promotion of the track. She asks her to start setting that in motion. Linking all proceeds to Yellowhammer. After agreeing, Monica then tells Luna she found a Dr who is looking for help. Luna asks her to set up a meeting. Thanking Monica as always, telling her to look for the link to their hardwork on Monday morning before they hang up.

Juuuuuust before 7P. A black Aston Martin pulls up. It's Beyoncé.

"Ohhhhhhh!!! FUUUCCCKK!!!!" Luna clasps her hands over her mouth laughing. "This is gonna cost them sooooooooooooo much money." She thinks happily.

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After the BIG SHOT, they reshoot the opening sequence to include Beyoncé. Who had heard through Jay, who had heard through Nikki. Whom is Luna's dear, laughing friend, that she squeezes as hard as she can in gratitude with her wounded body. ----------------------------------------------

Once they wrap, hug and cheer. Luna reminds everyone to bill Charles Ward at Riot Records for their time. CAST AND CREW!! That she'll send them all the link Sunday night and to please drop it promptly Monday morning at 7A with #nightmare. Everyone agrees, excited to see and share their finished project. Colson pops in for a drink and to congratulate and kiss her. Then he takes Cas home for bed, both promising to see each other later. The cast and crew continue to celebrate their victory late into the night.

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Luna puts her grandmother into an uber with her friends back to their hotel. Promising each other to text when the other arrives to their final destination. Before kissing goodbye, Luna thanks the ladies for their help, to their smiling, excited pleasure.

Benny picks up Luna and Ashley from the set. Colson is at her house with Dom. The girls say goodbye, being happy-exhausted as Ashley sends Colson out to the Rover.

He slides in tipsy. Kissing all over Luna. Her neck, her mouth. Zapping her back to life with the elecrity from the day still bubbling inside of her. She climbs on top of him as Benny knowingly puts the partition up and turns up the music. Kissing him hard and wet, she unbuckles his pants exposing his huge, hard cock. "Mmm...Someone missed me." She murmers in his ear as she slides her panties over and him slowly inside. He groans, kissing her all over as she shifts and adjusts him inside of her. His mouth makes her body tingle. Once comfortable, there is no slow with them. Luna rides Colson hard, bucking against him, while holding on to his shoulders. Digging her nails into his skin. He holds her steady by the hips as she continues driving him deep inside of her. Fast, hard, fierce.

Pulling his head back by his hair he moans "Kiiittteeeennn...."

"Do it Bunny." She demands, bucking harder against him. Making them both explode.

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Sunday night Luna schedules emails with links to the finished track to be sent to every major radio station across America at 7A. She schedules the upload to her YouTube channel and Twitter page. She then sends the link to any and everyone who participated, reminding them to drop the link at 7A with #nightmare. Followed by many thank yous and tons of love.

Monday morning at 7A Charles gets a text from Luna. It's a link to her YouTube channel. He clicks on the link. It's a video entitled Nightmare. The video opens to a mugshot of Luna. Followed by different flashing scenes before landing onto a fishnet and leather clad lineup of That Brooklyn Bitch, Rihanna, Halsey, Beyoncé, Lady Gaga and Nikki Minaj. It holds for a second before the hard, catchy, pop punk song kicks in loudly. Featuring clips of Luna, Halsey and the other famous faces embodying various personas, from punk rockers to dominatrixes to pin-up models to housewives to businesswomen. Including an all women fight club scene, little girls in front of a school bus and women rioting. Showcasing how multifaceted women are. It holds on a frame of her grandmother Pattie Smith, Joni Mitchell, Annie Lennox, Debbie Harry, Lita Ford and Siouxsie Sioux together. All in leather. Mean mugging the camera. Then flows into the BIG SHOT. A group of women marching, towards the camera. A little girl is leading the pack, holding a sign that says "We WON'T Smile". Others are holding banners and signs saying "We Support The Women of Alabama" and "Not Your Bitch". As the group gets closer to the camera, Charles is recognizing all of the women. Luna, Halsey, Ruby Rose, Lily Depp, Cara Delevingne, Pattie Smith, Annie Lennox, Joni Mitchell, Debbie Harry, Siouxsie Sioux, Lita Ford, Frances Bean, Paris Jackson, Billie Lourd, Emma Roberts, Zoë Kravitz, SZA, Lady Gaga, Beyoncé, Nicole Richie, Britney Spears, Rihanna, Bella Thorn, Lana Del Rey, Phem, Nikki Minaj all mixed together. It ends abruptly after mugshots of each of the 26 famous women flash across the screen. It's goes black before a link to the Yellowhammer Foundation pops up. Charles is speechless. It's cinematic history and pop gold.

"FUCK, SHE'S A FUCKING GENIUS. ONE WHO JUST COST ME A FUCK TON OF FUCKING MONEY!!"

Thinking of the cameos.

Just as another text from Luna comes in.

It says: "There's your Top 40 Motherfucker. Hope you enjoyed it 📃🎥💸💸💸💅"

He can't help but be impressed by her conniving cuntlyness.

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To be continued......

[floweringglass]

yo not to be that guy but it's actually Super easy to make a mold for that sorta lamp shape yourself. just head to your local hardware store and pick up some aluminum sheeting or thick plastic sheeting of some sort, metal snippers, some duct tape, and a can of expanding spray foam and WD-40(cooking oil, like the type you use to keep cakes from sticking to their pans, will work too). you'll also need a knife but standard craft and kitchen knives do the trick just fine.

cut your sheeting down to be taller than you want your final lamp and a few inches wider. then just roll it to the right size, and tape it up. completely cover the bottom and side seams on the inside. Oil that up and fill with your spray foam being aware that a little spray foam goes a Very Very Very long way. start in the center and let it fill the tube on its own instead of trying to do it yourself. let it set, un tape it and release your new mold.

most spray foams will naturally make a nice dome at the top if you didn't overfill the tube. but if the shape isn't desirable now's the time to clean things up with your knives. if you have a super specific curvature you're going for you can also use any old plate or bowl as the base of your mold, building your tube around the edges of it instead of just setting it on a flat surface. cut the side you don't want rounded flat ish just for ease of use,

from there you can cut and prepare your pieces as normal. holding them to the foam with sewing pins with metal heads around the edges. and soldering everything together in sections. it's a lil fussy getting used to the curve but its not Too hard once you're going

you're on your own for the base and fixings tho. I've had good luck finding some for real cheap at local charity, antique, and second hand shops but you never know what you'll get with those places. eBay, nextdoor, facebook marketplace, and craigslist can also have something sometimes but shipping heavy awkwardly shaped objects can be expensive as hell and picking things up in person is eh.

anyways sorry for rambling in your ask box, hope this helps and wasn't like, obnoxious.

have a radical day 🤙🤙🤙

You are the absolute opposite of obnoxious.

Thank you so much, this is very helpful!! I had gotten as far as thinking of styrofoam and rejecting it as a troublesome mess in the making that would possibly end with pins pulling out bits everytime😂 And then had pretty much resigned myself to keeping an eye out on ebay for old forms.