#i stand with twiggy ramirez

[horror-n-m3tal]

Marilyn Manson Photo Shoot For Q Magazine 1997

[shadamyfan1923]

Here's Manson, Twiggy, and Pogo dressed as Reala, NiGHTS, and Jackle from the NiGHTS series. I don't know why, but it was a silly little idea I had in my head that I had to get out.

[twiggy-wars]

[wearechaoz]

[thelunchboxgirl666]

Brian and the gang at Disney World 🏰

[creativewritingpracticestudio]

Needy(Twiggy Ramirez x Reader)

Requested by @peachynun

Era: Antichrist Superstar

Just a short smutty oneshot where Twiggy is being needy and horny af and you eventually give in and help him out.

“Jeordie, baby, not right now.”

Jeordie, who’s just returned home after getting high as fuck at band rehearsal, whines in protest, sits down on the floor with his arms crossed, and stares up at you with a puppy-dog look. You stare back down at him, unfazed. “I know you’re horny, Twigs, but I’m busy right now. I’ve got dishes to do.” You turn back to the soapy water as Jeordie pouts on the floor like a spoiled child.

“But it hurts!” He stands up, swaying slightly from dizziness, and then steadies himself and grabs your hand, moving it towards his erection. “See? It’s so hard right now.” You raise an eyebrow. “Yes, I see.” You pull your hand away and return to the dishes. “Aww, baby, please just help me out here! Use your mouth or something, we don’t have to fuck! I just need to cum!”

He stretches out the last word like a child throwing a tantrum, and grabs at his bulge, moaning softly at the pressure and grinding his hips against his palm. You eye it from the corner of your vision. You have to admit, he looks pretty damn good right now. After a minute, you feel a pang of pity, sigh in exasperation, and slap his hand away from himself, dropping to your knees.

“Fuck yes! Thank you, baby!” He drunkenly first-pumps the air and whips his dick out with a grin on his face. You chuckle at the enthusiasm, leaning forward to take his cock into your mouth. You lick around the tip, dipping your tongue into the slit and sucking on the head before taking it all into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down on it.

He groans loudly, threading his fingers in your hair and sloppily pulling your head up and down on his dick. You flick your tongue over an engorged vein, taking his balls into your mouth and sucking lightly on them, watching his eyes roll back into his head. He rests his hand on your head for support as he thrusts into your mouth at a quick, even pace.

Eventually, his cock twitches in your mouth, and he shoves your head all the way forward as he comes down your throat. When he finishes, you pull away and wipe your mouth. He helps you up, satisfied, and hugs you with a doped up grin on his face. “Thank you, babyyyy.” He stuffs his dick back into his pants.

“I’m kinda tired now.” You laugh. “Yeah, same. My mouth’s sore.” The two of you lock eyes. “Date nap?” “Date nap.”

[sydswritings]

APMA’s - Part 2 (Chapter 28)

To avoid listening to Andy’s voice droning on, I let my eyes wander around the venue. I scanned from table to table, picking out people I knew, my friends, people I had never seen before, to the fans up in the stands. My eyes finally made it to the table to my right where Jacoby Shaddix and the rest of Papa Roach were supposed to be, only to find the table pretty vacant, even Kelly was gone. Where the hell did they all run off to? I shook my head, trying to clear it of my curiousity as I sipped on my drink, and continued on with my roamings, only to lock eyes with Shannon at the table to the left of us. His hazel green gaze shifted from surprise at being caught, to concern as he watched me down my sixth or seventh drink, I had honestly stopped counting at this point.

The burn of the liquor flipped in my stomach as I tried my best to look away. I hated that he looked at me like that. Didn’t he know I just wanted to forget about him? To forget that I was in love with him. To forget what it was like to finally kiss him and tell him how I felt just to have it end our friendship. I wanted more than anything to just sink into the oblivion that drinking offered. I wanted the pain to go away, any possible way. But I wouldn’t be the one to blink first, thankfully or not, I’m not sure which I feel right now, his girlfriend said something that had him finally breaking eye contact with me and looking over to the stage. The voices of Jack and Alex changed to that of Matt’s from Bullet for my Valentine and Alex from Atreyu as they presented Papa Roach’s performance.

    “Come on people!” Jacoby’s voice vibrated through the room, “I wanna see you up!”

The chords of Getting Away with Murder had the fans jumping up and down, screaming at the top of their lungs to each lyric. I watched as the ginger headed frontman of Memphis Mayfire, Matty Mullins joined the stage, singing the next verse before Jacoby joined back in. Bands all around the room joined the fans, standing, jumping and singing and to hell with it I was one of them. The song soon came to an end much to my sadness.

    “Wooo, AP how you livin’?” Jacoby laughed out as the crowd surrounding the stage yelled. “Everybody doin alright out there? I don’t know about you guys sitting on your asses over here,” he motioned to a couple of tables next to ours, “that shit ain’t rock-n-roll, what’s up! This ain’t television, come on!”

I laughed at the affronted looks at the bands behind us at being called out, before they finally rolled their eyes and stood up, half to join the rest of us and the other half to go get drinks at the bar. The opening of Scars started and I looked at Charlie, hand on my chest as we both started to belt the first verse. These were the songs we grew up on, the ones that made us want to pursue music in the first place. The frontwoman of Tonight Alive, Jenna McDougall joined Jacoby on stage, and the crowd went wild as she started the next verse. The girls and I sang at the top of our lungs until the very last chord.

    “We got some more surprises for you guys are you ready?” This man knew how to pump up a crowd.

I forgot we were honestly at an award show, it felt like all those years ago, concert jumping with my best friends.

    “Hey Papa Roach,” I looked around as the voice of Kelly blared out of the PA.

    “Are you kidding me?” Ace asked, exasperation clinging to her words.

I couldn’t help the laugh that jumped out of my throat as I looked over at her and Charlie, both not thrilled to see Kelly on stage, but as soon as he did the atmosphere changed to something almost electric. Brook and I leaned against each other, swaying and singing every lyric to MGK’s Til I Die. They finished up their set with Papa Roach’s Last Resort and I watched as Kelly jumped into the throng of people in front of the stage, moshing with the fans as he finished his lyrics.

    “He’s lost his damn mind.” I laughed out as Brook watched him crawl back on stage.

    “I don’t think he had one to lose in the first place,” She countered, that was probably true.

We waved the waitress down and ordered our next round of drinks as Twiggy Ramirez presented the Icon Award to Marilyn Manson. I zoned out, letting the haze of alcohol run its course, taking all my emotions and bottling them up. If I could get through this night without having an altercation with Andy and Juliet and another face to face with Shannon, I was going to drop to my knees and praise whoever was upstairs keeping them away from me. I hated that I felt that way about a man that I still considered one of my best friends, the man that I was head over heels in love with, but I couldn’t sit here and watch her fawn all over him. I couldn’t pretend that seeing them together didn’t hurt me, so to avoid it, I was going to drink my night away.

Soon Jack and Alex replaced Marilyn and Twiggy announcing Song of the Year. I clicked back into the award show as I watched Brendon and the rest of Panic! flashed across the screen followed by Vic and the guys from Pierce. I glanced over to Vic’s table giving him a thumbs up before turning back to the stage.

    “And the winner is,” Keaton Pierce, of Too Close To Touch, started, “Panic! at the Disco’s Hallelujah. Brendon and the rest of Panic! are actually on tour right now, but we do have a small video we’re going to show.”

Everyone’s eyes moved to the screen, where Brendon sat, grin plastered across his face as he accepted his award. I glanced at the girls who all grinned back, if you looked just close enough you could see Karah’s hand in the frame, I was glad she was there to celebrate this moment with him.

    “Wow guys, this is beyond awesome,” Brendon laughed, “I actually made a bet with myself that if I won this award I would do something I’ve been meaning to do for a few months now.”

Charlie grabbed my arm causing me to break my gaze from the screen, “what’s he doing?” She whispered, to no one in particular.

    “I don’t know brobo, keep watching like the rest of us and we might find out.” I whispered back.

The look she gave me wasn’t one of her nicests. We both turned our heads back to the screen to see Brendon grab Karah’s hand and pull her down next to him on the leather couch.

    “Everyone, this is Karah, my beautiful, amazing girlfriend and if it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t know what was up or down right now on this crazy tour.” We watched as he took a deep breath before dropping on one knee and pulling out a small ring box from his pocket, “Karah Rose, I’ve loved you since the day I met you. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

    “Holy. Shit.” I breathed out, eyes wide as I watched our manager nod her head up and down, tears streaming down her pale face.

    “Did that just happen?” Ace asked, as a wild applause broke through the venue.

    “I think so.” Brook finally joined in.

    “That little shit!” Charlie blurted out. We all turned our wide eyes to our guitarist, confused at her choice of words. “He didn’t even tell us!”

I couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of me at her outrage for Brendon not telling the four of us.

    “Well that was unexpected.” Alex announced as he stepped back out on the stage.

After Neck Deep’s performance, 3OH!3 took to the stage to present the award for Underground Band. My eyes blurred as the faces of the nominees flashed by, Too Close To Touch followed by Moose Blood, then Our Last Night, everyone at our table whooped and hollered as Matt, Trevor, Woody and Tim’s faces crossed the screen. Charlie leaned against Trevor, their hands intertwined as we waited with baited breath for Sean Foreman to announce the winner. The other half of 3OH!3, Nathaniel Motte, stepped up to the microphone.

    “The winner is,” he glanced back down at the paper, “OUR LAST NIGHT!”

Trevor sat in stunned disbelief as the rest of our table jumped up yelling. Charlie had to jostle him a bit before a wide grin painted his features as he stood up, sweeping her up into a full bodied hug and planting a kiss on her grinning lips. I stood next to Brook and Ace as we cheered on our friends, Trevor finally let Charlie go to join us as he ran to catch up with the boys, who were halfway to the stage. After accepting their award and giving their speech, which consisted of Trevor telling Charlie how much he loved her and the guys thanking the fans, they made their way back to our tables, where we proceeded to have another round of drinks. Halfway through Beartooth’s performance Jared, Shannon and Tomo disappeared, causing Ace to look around in confusion.

    “Hey I’m sure everything is fine.” I attempted to keep her calm.

    “He just knew that this category was a big deal, this is the one we really want.” Ace’s voice went up another octave.

    “I’m sure he has a good reason Ace, just take a deep breath.” Charlie said from Trevor’s side.

A good reason he did have, since at that moment they appeared on stage to present Breakthrough Band.

    “See good reason.” Brook laughed.

We watched as I Prevail, Knuckle Puck, Neck Deep, Set It Off and State Champs’ pictures flashed across the big screen followed by our picture from the big AP Warped Tour Edition spread ended the list of nominees. I reached beside me and grabbed Charlie’s hand before snatching Ace’s who was holding on to Brook’s for dear life. I don’t think I had ever felt this nervous or sick until this very moment. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and my pulse quickened with adrenaline. Jared stepped up to the microphone as Shannon held the award and Tomo the envelope.

    “And the winner for Breakthrough Band is,” Jared paused dramatically.

    “I swear to god, I’m going to kill him,” Ace seethed through gritted teeth.

    “Just deny him sex for the next month.” I grumbled out.

    “Yeah but then she’s without it too.” Charlie argued.

    “Fuck! I wish he didn’t feel the need to be so damn aggravating.” Ace mumbled.

    “GRACE OF THE FALLEN!” The three of them announced together.

    “Wait, what?” I think my brain just broke. “Did they just say Grace?”

    “Holy! FUCK! We won!” Charlie exclaimed, jumping out of her seat screaming.

Trevor and Pete stood clapping as we managed to climb out of our seats. My legs felt like jelly as I stood away from the table. I don’t know how but my feet managed to get me to the stage and up the stairs to accept our award. I hugged Tomo while Jared kissed Ace and Brook took the offered award from Shannon’s hands.

    “Holy shit,” I sighed into the microphone. “I guess this is actually happening. Umm-we’d like to thank our fans, without you guys we wouldn’t be here right now.”

Ace moved from Jared’s side and took over the speech, “We’d also like to thank our label, Interscope, along with our friends, family and loved ones.”

With that we were ushered through the back to give an interview and then let back to the main floor to finish up the night. The rest of the show was honestly a blur, after winning I started slamming back shots in celebration followed by more Jack & Coke’s. The girls drank but at a slower pace and with more control. We watched Of Mice & Men’s performance followed Andy’s and then A Day to Remember closed out the night. In the end Jack won the mock presidential campaign, reigning supreme over Alex and then it was announced the after party would be held at Skully’s Music Dinner being hosted by Every Time I Die and Issues. I guess it was time to get the real party started.

Chapter 29

[comic-critic-squad]

What are your personal opinions about Natsumewolf´s comic on DA? To me, it just seems like another Wolfs rain rip off, hence I never really was intrested in reading it fully (just a few pages or so back then when I was still a teen) but it appears to be one of the most popular wolf comics on DA and is praised quite a lot.

I’ve mentioned my distaste for it and the creator a few times, but I really, really want to go in-depth with it someday. This is another comic where I despise the creator for shit they’ve said.

NatsumeWolf Oct 24, 2017 "Rape Culture In America" Sorry to burst your bubble. But that simply does not exist in America. And the very fact that I have to elaborate that shows who is the one who is truly "Wasting" their time here.  If there truly was a " Rape Culture In America " Then people like Brock Allen Turner would be freely walking the streets and continuing to harm women! The very fact that he was prosecuted, sentenced, charged AND GETS DEATH THREATS ON A DAILY BASIS FROM WOMEN, MEN AND OTHERS IS PROOF THAT THERE IS NO RAPE CULTURE IN AMERICA. If there was, then no one would care. No one would have jumped to defend Emily Doe! No one would have done anything! AND He would not be condemned like he is today!It's just sad at this point that someone who has been sexually assaulted twice before the age of 14, someone who gets cat called on a daily bases, someone who gets followed home by strangers, someone who has had a fucking stalker has to explain this to a sheltered feminist that there is no rape culture in the US! If you want to see a real " Rape Culture " There are loads of places over seas that truly have that! In one particular place if a woman is raped she is forced to marry her raper. WE DON'T HAVE THAT HERE IN THE UNITED STATES! This image. IS JUST AN IMAGE OF TWO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS HAVING A FICTIONAL INTERACTION! Adoth is a monster! He is the " Bad Guy ". I wanted to do something that did not forgive what he did, but simply show a new prospective from a naive child who is a product of a horrible circumstance! In no way do I excuse his behavior! In no way is this "normalized"! If I did then I would have had Natsume forgive him and end up with him Much like in Game of Thrones when Dani ends up with Kal Drogo. But that is NOT THE CASE!Look. I think it's wonderful how much compassion you have. But it is so misguided. You are making an issue out of utterly nothing. I know you think you are standing up for the voiceless, but when there is no voices to begin with you are fighting a loosing battle. Well more like a non exiting battle. Again, these are fictional characters in a fictional situation! Adoth and Yvaine will never meet in the comic! Adoth and Natsume both die at the end! This is a fictional situation!

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NatsumeWolf Edited Oct 28, 2017 *Calls me uneducated while providing fabricated numbers and misinformed facts without citations or actual facts* Who's the uneducated one here? Sorry but articles from Every Day Feminism and Buzzfeed don't count as actual facts. I am surprised the liberal feminist teachers in your college allow that. In real colleges you have to provide citations when making a point, but lets face it. I could give you fact after fact with citations and real life experiences and because it does not fit your narrative you will excuse it and throw insults because you have nothing else in your arsenal. ( You still have not given an example or explain how we live in a rape culture, but okay!) Yes, Brock Turner is the perfect example of how there isn't a rape culture in America. If there was, as I said it would not have created such an outrage. He gets death threats on a daily basis. I am sure if you did your research you could look up his number and ask him or his parents yourself. I would provide you with the number but doxxing is against the law. So that wasn't enough for you? Okay, what about a more recent event. Twiggy Ramirez. He was just accused of sexual misconduct from a well known liar. She could be telling the truth, or she could not. But that does not changes the fact of the outrage over it. Want me to provide an example, Sure thing, here we go! twitter.com/search?q=Twiggy%20… That is his twitter. Look at all those comments of people voicing their outrage. More outrage than support. What about Harvey Weinstein! Look at the outrage against him for his sick disgusting acts! Or how about Bill Cosby! If we lived in a rape culture, NO ONE WOULD CARE! I could bring up every rape case in the last year and show you every single source of outrage but that would take too much effort and you simply are not worth it!Maybe if you were more educated you would see that some of the rape cases are false! Women simply getting revenge on someone because of something so stupid. Take for instance " The Mattress Girl " who lied about a boy raping her and because of that he ended up committing suicide! Source here ! : www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pwQSn…Citations for video here ! : www.minds.com/blog/view/752265… Oh not enough for you? What about the woman who lied about getting raped by several men getting some arrested! Soruce her nypost.com/2017/08/25/woman-he… and here ! www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xBdxT… (citations in description  ) and there is more where that came from.Where are you getting Iran from? I don't care what you are majoring in! That has nothing to do with these fake characters you are bitching about. And yes you are triggered! Look at this mountain you made out of a pebble. Bet you're real fun to hang around with. At his point you are nothing more than a walking cliché of  a unstable feminist.ANYWAY~ There is no point in refuting anything because you are just going to be triggered again and again and it's just going to be this vicious cycle of abuse. To reiterate, you were triggered by this image of something that isn't real. That to me is just... well there is no nice word for it but it's crazy. I was astounded by your reaction to utterly nothing. A non existing situation. I am just frightened by you and your response. I have had my share of dealing with mentally unstable people in the past and I can not handle another one. A non existing situation... thats what triggered you... a non existing situation of fictional characters that do not exist in your life... you are scary! Very scary! Again I will say this  YOU WERE TRIGGERED BY SOMETHING THAT DOES NOT EXIST!I am thrilled this is our last conversation because I can not mentally take this any more. You turned a simple picture of a naive child meeting her monster of a father into this crazy situation. Please.. just stay away from me. Don't come on my account. Don't look at my images. Don't bother my friends or family. Just leave me alone and keep your crazy away from me. You are being blocked after this. DO NOT CONTACT ME AGAIN! If you do, the staff with be informed. I repeat, do not contact me! It was my fault for indulging you. I see that now. I never should have fed into you. Because that is what people like you want. But no more. Stay away from me!

In case you want some context: https://natsumewolf.deviantart.com/art/Not-a-monster-in-her-eyes-681380335

Anyway, the comic is at 500 pages, so that’s definitely a big reason why I tell myself “yeah I’ll rip it apart some other day.” Today is not that day. Tomorrow probably won’t be either. 

- Dr. Salt

[horror-n-m3tal]

Marilyn Manson Ozzfest 1997

[twiggy-wars]

Had a bit of a break, got my top surgery done this week so I've been sleeping it off.

Will get back to digging up the truth, however, I'd say most of it is already on the site ready to be read and shared.

justicefortwiggyramirez.com !!!!

[wearechaoz]

[thelunchboxgirl666]

🌀Maniggy🌀

[creativewritingpracticestudio]

Dating Twiggy Ramirez Would Include...

Hanging out with Twiggy and the band pretty much 24/7. Helping them write songs, watching them record, standing in the front row at their performances, and accompanying them when they do dumb shit like shoplift from 7/11 and terrorize people at Disney World.

Going on random dates with Twiggy whenever he has free time. These could be as normal as going to McDonalds together or as weird as staying at your house and microwaving random objects to make popsicles out of the resulting liquid. Depends on the mood. Usually, Brian tags along with Missi to make it a double date.

Cuddling on his couch with him, wrapped in blankets and having Star Wars marathons. He likes to throw popcorn at you, so you’ve learned to catch it with your mouth.

Spooning. Lots of it. This boy loves to be the little spoon, mostly because he can put his face in your boobs. Sometimes, though, he’s willing to switch.

Comforting him with back-rubs and kisses when he gets stomachaches and headaches from hangovers.

Being his full-time makeup artist and hair stylist. You like to do his makeup, paint his nails, braid his hair, help him pick out his clothes, and even swap clothes with him sometimes. You draw the line at him wearing your underwear, though.

Passionate, gentle, loving sex.

Funny sex with lots and lots of giggling, especially when he’s high.

Blowjobs. Lots of them. He asks you for them at the most inconvenient of times, like in the middle of a restaurant or a store. You’ve gotten used to being dragged to the bathroom.

Lots of boob-grabbing. He’ll do it if you’re sitting on the couch together, he’ll do it when there’s people around, he’ll do it when he’s hugging you from behind. He’s a boobs man for sure.

Being close with Brian’s girlfriend, Missi, and having sleepovers with her and hanging out with her at band rehearsals.

Brian and you being good friends and planning Twiggy’s birthday parties together; both of you want the best for him and Brian trusts you to treat him well.

Him doing face-masks and skincare and spa activities with you. He comes out of the shower with his hair up in a towel-turban most of the time now.

Dancing. Slow-dancing, silly dancing, tangoes, him spinning you around; dance parties are pretty common when the two of you are together.

Him coming with you when you go shopping. Grocery shopping, clothes shopping, makeup and beauty items, he doesn’t care. He just likes helping you get stuff off the shelves and riding in the buggy.

Bragging about you to his bandmates and pretty much anyone who will listen. Everyone has to know that he has a hot girlfriend with great tits.

The two of you always touching in some way. Hand-holding, arms around each other’s shoulders, his head resting on your chest as you stroke his hair, etc.

Speaking of which, this boy loves it when you play with his hair. Braid it, scratch his scalp with your fingernails, run your fingers through it. He loves it all.

Lots of hugging, mostly from behind.

The two of you wandering the streets together to find dumb shit to do, like lighting trash cans on fire and using permanent marker on people’s cars.

Asking him to sing to you at night when the two of you are laying in bed. Most people don’t know it, but he can sing incredibly well and it helps you sleep.

Him serenading you with his bass at rehearsals, usually with obscure love songs that only he would know about.

Him not being able to sleep unless you’re in bed with him. You went out of town for a week and when you came back he wouldn’t let you out of his arms for at least 3 days straight.

Buying coloring books for the two of you to work on together.

Listening to him rant about Star Wars because it’s adorable and he deserves to be listened to.

Overall, he’s incredibly loving and goofy, tells you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you, and never fails to make you laugh. And the sex is 10/10.

Requested by @peachynun <3 This was so much fun to write! If anyone asks, I’ll make one for Marilyn Manson, Daisy Berkowitz, etc. I love making these! Hope you enjoyed it!

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Marilyn Manson fires longtime bassist accused of rape and abuse

BTW

Marilyn Manson has “decided to part ways” with longtime bassist Jeordie White (aka Twiggy Ramirez) after allegations of rape and domestic abuse surfaced.

I have decided to part ways with Jeordie White as a member of Marilyn Manson. He will be replaced for the upcoming tour. I wish him well.

— Marilyn Manson (@marilynmanson) October 25, 2017

Last week Jessicka Addams, of the South Florida punk band Jack Off Jill, detailed allegations of rape and abuse against White, whom she dated in the ’90s. In a Facebook post she claimed White verbally, physically, and sexually abused her over the course of their relationship. Addams also claimed that Jack Off Jill’s label advised her not to go public with the allegations. She vaguely referenced the allegations in a 2015 interview.

“For women to own our power we must stand up for each other,” she wrote. “It’s the only way we can confront and combat men who think they hold power over us. I am thankful to know that there are men out there who do not share this gross ideology and stand with us. This is an intersectional uphill battle for women and the men who are scared for their reputation with other men to defend us.”

White has not responded to the allegations but last week Manson said in a statement: “I knew Jessicka and Jeordie had a romantic relationship many years ago and I considered and still consider Jessicka to be a friend. I knew nothing about these allegations until very recently and am saddened by Jessicka’s obvious distress.”

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Update 12:09pm CT, Oct. 26: White has released a statement regarding the allegations: “I have only recently been made aware of these allegations from over 20 years ago. I do not condone non-consensual sex of any kind. I will be taking some time to spend with my family and focus on maintaining my several years of sobriety. If I have caused anyone pain I apologize and truly regret it.”

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Behind The Scenes: Marilyn Manson - The Man That You Fear Music Video. 1996.

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Marilyn Manson: I don't like The Drugs (But The Drugs Like Me) Music Video 1998.