#idk trash guitar

[zalandercalander]

ROCK ON

[plasticbeeches]

my younger brother has made an instrumental EP for raccoons and the noise that goes on in their minds HES LITERALLY THE BEST t please support him i love my brother

this is my fav song from it but plz check out the whole ep if poss!! thankyou so much::))

[horrorwebs]

good goth stores in greenwich village? specifically looking for boots

[broken-clover]

I really do not want to say it because the kids really are my favorite and I’m so happy to have the back but The Circle is absolute shit and I do not understand anybody who says it’s good. I listened to it three times in a row just to try and see if I’d warm up to it but all it did was make me dislike it more.

[like-i-always-do]

[draculas-tits]

i actually find it so irritating that danganronpa dared to implement a rhythm section in its games but couldnt be bothered to sync the tempo correctly. maybe this was not an issue in the psp release, but both dr1 and 2 on pc face this egregious tempo problem. all games with rhythmic gameplay intended to be displayed on a personal monitor separate from the machine running them require latency settings so this desync can be avoided

[trashcreatyre]

Bwuh.... band au.......

[rueclfer]

heyy there can i request some more touya headcannons? i really enjoy your way of picturing him because it’s just so canon and he’s kinda a lovely dick y’know. whatever comes to ur mind. thank u so much!!

weelll since you gave me so much freedom here r some touya as a housemate hcs ANNDD a moodboard bc i enjoy the visualization <3 since we talked abt this the other day too !! (i yapped so hard here sry sry this is so indulgent)

bakugou's and sero's version too hehe

housemates // touya todoroki

touya hates the idea of living with a complete stranger or one of his siblings, so what other option does he have other than forcing his best friend (crush) on a lease with him?

the newfound freedom definitely puts him on his ass for a few weeks. barely sleeps. eats like shit. trash is scattered everywhere. several unpacked boxes. it stays like this until fuyumi comes over to check our the place and gives you two a hard scolding to get your shit together.

more often than not, you'd end up waking up on the couch with your legs sprawled out across his lap and his upper half leaned over the couch arm rest in deep sleep. staying up so late was probably one of his favorite things about living together. being able to talk as loud as you wanted, watch movies late into the night, look over the city from your balcony- he found solitude in existing with you.

if he wasn't already codependent before moving in together, just know his ass will be GLUED TO YOU. you'd be doing work in your room and he'd barge in and flop down on your bed without a word. maybe he'd gotten a bit too comfortable.

if he's feeling extra annoying that day, he'd bring in his guitar and amp and keep asking you to rate his riffs until you entirely give up on work and give him some attention.

is it obvious his love language is quality time? not only that, gift giving too. he's like a fucking crow.

"look what i found. it's a rock. for you."

makes him soooo giddy to see your display of the rocks, feathers, and dried up flowers he picked up for you on his walk. sometimes you'd come home and there'd be a new addition to the ever growing collection.

ofc you'd return the energy in a different way. touya will not cook for himself. ever. he eats like shit as an internal rebellion against the healthy diet he was forced upon as a kid, but you will not allow that boy to rot himself from the inside out!! he can expect several tupperwares of portioned out meals with notes attached to the lids if you know he'd be home all day by himself.

"to t <3. if you don't eat every last bite i'll find out and it'll hurt my feelings and i might combust into flames or something idk don't risk it!"

i can also imagine him holding back tears whenever you ever come into his room to hand him a bowl of cut up fruit. the first time you do it he'd be speechless like jaw dropped taken aback. has he ever felt love like this??? i think not.

despite all of the kind gestures, he's still touya todoroki. hides your keys if you annoyed him that morning by rushing him in the bathroom and makes you a few minutes late to class/work. chronic door slammer. pisses with the door wide open. no sense of privacy and do not gaf to knock. always locking himself out -> i feel strongly about this like imagine coming home after a long day and he's sitting out in the hallway with a pouty face waiting for you hehehe.

i don't think he'd realize this crush until a few months after you've moved in together. how could he when you two practically already act and bicker like an old married couple?

yes- peanut butter belongs in the fridge. no- it doesn't. stop leaving your socks everywhere. you forget to flush again. stop slamming the doors. you ate my chips, didn't you? don't lie. did you really need to put the mugs up that high? (he does it on purpose, and tightens the lid to every jar too.)

it wasn't until one late evening when he comes home to find you frantically mixing a doughy substance in a large metal bowl. you never bake, but you have your own oven now, so why not?

"god, finally. help me, my arms hurt." you groan, shoving the bowl in his hands. "i think i fucked up."

he sees the hurricane aftermath of your kitchen- flour everywhere, egg shells left on the counter, every single jar imaginable opened and scattered around. he could be teasing you about the mess, but god you looked so beautiful with that stupid wrinkle in between your eyebrows as you read over the recipe, and the streaks of flour across your pant leg from wiping your hands, and the way you swipe away the stray pieces of hair falling in your face with the back of your hand- oh fuck.

he thinks he's falling in love with you.

he swallows it, but he starts acting kinda weird around the apartment.

like he's.... avoiding you?

living with his best friend whom he just so happens to develop a crush for, would eat him alive. he locks himself in his room and chain smoke out his window while he's stressing the fuck out. he told you he'd stop smoking, but he's sure you'd understand the need for it right now. he hopes you can't smell it.

i also think he'd be a stress cleaner lmaaoo he cannot sit still with his thoughts for too long, so the headphones are ON and blasting and he'll definitely use that as a scapegoat + the loud ass vacuum for ignoring you if you try to talk to him while he's on this cleaning frenzy.

you think he's sick LMAO imagine the pain he feels when you come knocking on his door and calling out that you're leaving a bowl of soup and cough medicine outside his door for him. he doesn't tell you that yeah he's sick but *not in that way*

lovesick. that boy is lovesick!!!!!!

how do you avoid your housemate while you figure out how to control your feelings?

he confesses via note that he leaves on the kitchen counter. really simple tbh nothing too extravagant, but he signs off by telling you that he's staying crashing at fuyumi's for a couple days.

you text him a string of obscenities to get his ass back home and he does (he's scared of you).

he CAANNOOTT talk about his feelings in an adult way. he is sitting on the complete opposite side of the couch, twiddling his thumbs, and staring down at his feet like a child while you reread his confession note out loud to him. you find his discomfort hilarious but endearing. he finds you unbearably insufferable.

jesus the amount of times in that apartment where he would storm off to his room whenever you two got in an argument or you pissed him off...old habits die hard, you guess, because this isn't the todoroki household anymore and you aren't scared to lose that deposit and kick a door down.

once you corner him and get him to open up about his feelings the air in the room suddenly shift!! the clouds are clearing and the sun is shining woooowww look at what good communication can do.

sharing an apartment with your BOYFRIEND is no different than sharing one with your best friend. i think he'd like to keep your separate bedrooms to have your own space, but you'll rarely sleep apart.

so! many! new! traditions!

helping him dye his hair on the first saturday of every month. biweekly horror movie marathons. counting the communal piggy bank ever couple months. trying new takeout spots until you find THE spot for every category- chinese, pizza, ramen, etc etc.

and finally, an everlasting mark on your first apartment together: a small carved out heart around your initials left on the inner corner of a kitchen cabinet done with his pocket knife on a random weekday evening while you two are cooking dinner together.

-

touya tag: @moonchild701 @kaldurahms-lover @themultifandomgirl @devilslittlehelper @porusuniverse @ratatellie @katbug37 @ggriwm

[bomber-grl]

Percy Jackson x Child of Apollo ☀️

Pairing(s): Percy Jackson x Gn!Reader

Honestly I like the idea of an Apollo kid(aka you) looking down on Percy

Not necessarily with being evil but rather being competitive and having fun

Maybe this is when Percy decides to walk on by, he’s extremely skilled with swords so why not see what others do with their respective weapon?

He’s walking by and that’s when he sees you in particular

You’re shots are extremely accurate and one after another with little hesitation

Just because Percy’s a camp legend doesn’t mean he’s excused from doing chores

And so, he’s paired with you and some other people to clean out the restrooms

That’s when a friendly banter blossoms and you’re going on about how awesome arrows are to use and how his only power is water when you’re throwing out trash

He gasps in feign offense and tries his best to convince you water is just as cool as arrows

Although that may prove to be difficult to argue to an archer, and arrow enthusiast

The talents and impressiveness that Percy feels only doubles when he learns of your other skills

The moment he learns you can draw is when he’s amazed

He was never particularly good in the arts but he loves people who draw and paint or anything really

He may or may not be a little annoying with asking you to draw him but he doesn’t even need to ask

We all know an artists love language is drawing their s/o and just as that was inevitable, as was Percy finding said drawings

Not that they were ever secret

And if you ever do the trend where you draw each other? He’ll keep the portrait you painted of him and hang it on his wall with the rest of your drawings.

Anyway moving on to instruments

He’s also immediately fascinated

Something about Percy is that if it’s not something he can do he’s intrigued and if it is and you’re better then he’s ready to learn

Honestly? I feel like Percy gives drums or guitar vibes

Idk maybe it’s just me 🤷

He’d definitely ask you to teach him though, I don’t make the rules

He’s always wanted to learn but with school and constantly having to prevent wars and save the world he never had enough time

Plus with him you’ve got your own built in audience that’ll cheer and give praise

Even more ways to bond

There are a good amount of campers that belong to the Apollo cabin so when Percy is introduced to the them he’s met with a culture shock

Not exactly but it’d be a comparable idea to what he was feeling

He was alone most times (except for when Tyson was around) so he was used to be alone

But with the Apollo cabin? That was the opposite

It was warm and friendly and honestly was sad

Because although it was tight knit we all know that the cabin used to be tied with the Hermes cabin at camp until the titan war..

On a more happy note, now that I’ve mentioned Tyson let’s talk about how you meeting him went

I mean he was immediately nice to you as you were to him but if you show him your skills and specifically healing

You and Percy were hanging out with him near the lake and a very notable flower on the ground was crushed

Sure, Demeter children handled plants but healing was a universal effect

And so you made the once shriveled dry flower, seem alive again

Tyson is so intrigued and wants you to do it over and over again

Which is eventually stopped with Percy explaining why you can’t

It was sweet, and you even gave the flower to Tyson

Later you found out he kept it with him where he went, although it was delicate as it had already dried

I feel like an Apollo kid that can heal is so helpful for Percy

We all know how often he gets hurt so having a built in hospital is all he could need

Only downside is your constant scolding of course…

[obsidianimagines]

See You Around

You meet Jack for the first time after one of his shows

Jack Mercer x f!reader

Warnings: cursing, drinking, smoking

Notes: I assumed the Spares tattoo on his arm was for his band because idk what else it could mean so let's just pretend that's it ❤️

New York City, October 31st, 2001

"Court, you told me you were taking care of the tickets."

Your friend and roommate huffed as she walked next to you, the heels of her boots clicking on the sidewalk. "Yeah, I meant I was going to buy them at the door. I didn't think they'd be sold out already."

"The Strokes are pretty big now. Their album came out a few months ago, and they've been touring all over the place." You shrugged, shifting gears to help cheer her up. She'd been so excited to go to the show. "But hey, it's Halloween in New York City. I'm sure we can find something else to do tonight."

After a block or so of walking, you noticed some people entering a bar, and the chalkboard sign out front: TONIGHT: SPARES. "Hey, look!" You pointed at the sign. "Let's check it out."

"I guess we could. I didn't dress to be outside for too long." Courtney gestured to the short, tight dress she wore, with only a thin sweater covering her arms. She looked very cute, but definitely not too suited for the late October weather. As you stopped at the door, she looked in through the window and noticed the type of crowd inside. "Is this going to be one of those shows you like with the mush pits or whatever?"

"Mosh pits. And I don't know, I've never heard of this band before. But there has to be at least one hot guy, right?" You knew exactly what to say to convince your friend, and it worked.

"Alright, let's go in. Just don't leave me, okay?"

Courtney held onto your arm as the two of you walked inside, the bouncer waving you both past after checking your IDs and taking the few dollars for your cover. It was yet another bar with a tiny stage, nothing you hadn't seen before. Maybe 100 people could fit if they really squeezed in, but there was only about half of that at the moment.

After grabbing some drinks, you and your friend settled a little closer to the back because you knew Courtney would run for the hills if people started throwing elbows anywhere near her. And you wanted to see some kind of live music that night after hyping yourself up so much.

When the band came out dressed like punk rockers, Courtney's eyes went wide, and you gave her a reassuring smile.

You stepped out of the front door of the bar after the show, your ears still ringing from the guitars and drums. Your friend had loosened up and actually started having fun, so she was at the bar chatting up one of the band members. But you just needed a little air after being in that hot, stuffy room.

Once you took a breath, you noticed the lead singer of the band—he'd introduced himself on stage as Jack—leaning against the bricks with the last remains of a cigarette between his lips. Since you were at the back of the bar, you hadn't been able to see him well, only hear his nice voice and the way he played his guitar. Now that you could make out his features, he was actually pretty cute.

"That was a great show," you said, breaking the silence.

Jack's blue eyes flicked up towards you, and he took the cigarette from his mouth to put it out on the wall and toss the butt in the trash can a few feet away. "Thanks."

You expected that he'd go back inside with the rest of his band, but he simply took out another cigarette and lit it with a zippo. Something came over you, and you also rested your back against the wall, leaving about four feet between you. "I'm surprised you're not getting a drink with your band."

"The bar had to kick me out when the show ended."

It took a moment for you to realize what he meant, and you laughed. "You're in a band and you don't have a fake ID?"

"That asshole at the door took it." He could get another one, but that would require money, which he wasn't exactly swimming in.

"Damn, that's rough. He let me and my friend in with ours."

"Well, you've got an advantage. Most bars don't care about your ID when you're a pretty college girl."

"What makes you think I'm in college?" you asked, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket and definitely not thinking about the fact that he called you pretty.

He shrugged. "Just a guess."

"It was a good one. I'm an art student. You?"

It was Jack's turn to laugh. "Hell no. School's not my thing." College usually required a lot of money or very good grades, and he'd never had either of those things. Even if he had, the idea of sitting in classrooms all day again was fucking torture to him.

The front door to the bar opened as someone exited, and you heard Courtney's distinct laugh among the music and chatter. You looked in the window and noticed that she hadn't moved from her barstool. "My friend's still flirting with your drummer."

"Shit, I bet he's loving that." Jack chuckled as he joined you in peering through the glass, finding his bandmate, Ben, and a cute blonde at the bar. Despite a local following, the band wasn't anywhere near the level of fame that had girls throwing themselves at them, so Ben would probably be bragging about this for at least a week.

"I'm just glad she's having a good time after what happened earlier." You glanced over at him and realized he didn't know what had brought you there in the first place. "We were supposed to see The Strokes tonight, but it didn't work out. Your show was the first one we found."

Jack ashed his cigarette and took another drag. "Probably a bit of a shock, huh?" He'd seen The Strokes before, and the crowds weren't quite as rowdy as the small ones at his shows.

"For her, yeah. But I've been listening to punk and metal my whole life. If I were here on my own, I would've been right there in the pit."

"Really?" He'd only met you a few minutes ago, but you didn't seem like the type.

"Really."

His eyes lingered on you a moment before they turned back to the window. "We're playing another show here Friday night. You should come."

"I'll think about it."

You didn't even notice that Courtney had left the bar until she walked out of the front door.

"We've got class in the morning, we gotta go!" She grabbed your arm, tipsy and giggling. "I gave the drummer my number. You were so right about finding hot guys here!"

Your cheeks burned at her words as Jack smirked.

Courtney started pulling you down the sidewalk, searching for an empty cab to hail, and you turned back towards him to give a little wave with your free hand. "See you around, Jack."

Only once you were gone did Jack realize that he hadn't even gotten your name...

[hexbimbo]

DBD HCs | Survivors Christmas

Wanted to do a holiday special, I’m planning to post Survivors Hc on Christmas Eve and Killers on Christmas. Happy Holidays!

Dwight Fairfield

The reluctant host. Somehow drew the short stick.

“That’s actually my grandmas urn- or a football…I don’t really care…”

Constantly going around picking up trash and asking if people need anything. Wanted to through a party but is too anxious to relax.

His secret Santa gift is a mug that says: “Best Leader Ever”.

Meg Thomas

Brings a fruit and veggie platter.

In the kitchen helping people prep and what not.

Helps moves tables with David.

Her secret Santa gift is a holster for her phone while she runs.

Claudette Morel

Can’t wait to go home. Wants to curl up and watch a movie on her laptop.

Probably sits on the couch and watches tv (kinda just spacing out.)

Plays the bowl of fidgets set out.

Her secret Santa gift is a flower pot and some fertilizer.

Jake Park

Brings a godly meat dish.

Only came for the food. Will only discuss the food or the weather.

Drinks in moderation. Hates being hungover.

His secret Santa gift is a new pair of boots.

Nea Karlsson

Nails everyone with snowballs as they arrive.

Tries to impress everyone with kick flips out in the front yard.

Eats a lot of desserts. Barely drinks water.

Her secret Santa gift is a helmet (cuz she never fucking wears one.)

Laurie Strode

Brings a pizza and some soda

“I didn’t know it was an ugly sweater party!” “It isn’t.”

Has a cardigan she’s constantly readjusting.

Her secret Santa gift a paper back of some random book.

Ace Visconti

Cleans everyone out with a “friendly” game of poker.

Sneaks into the kitchen to “taste test” everything.

Tells the most insane lore. “Yeah when I was your age I sold a kidney to pay off my debt and that’s how I ended up seeing my first Nicolas Cage movie-

His secret Santa gift is a bunch of lottery tickets.

William “Bill” Overbeck

Snoring away in the recliner in front of the tv.

People offer to fix him plates. Warms his poor old man heart.

Highest spirts you’ll ever see him in. Tells the funniest Christmas stories.

His secret Santa gift is a pack of fancy cigars.

Feng Min

The one being cleaned out by Ace.

Gets fucking plastered and wants to start fights.

Loads up on so much chips she gets too sick for dinner.

Her secret Santa gift is a new headphones with cat ears at the top.

David King

Gets wicked shit faced immediately. Put out in the group chat prior that he was gonna pre game at his place.

Type of guy who puts his arm around everyone when he comes to joins a conversation.

Wants to play soccer out back and comes in to warm up with eggnog.

His secret Santa gift is Man United merch (Brits don’t come for me I did as much research as I could.)

Quentin Smith

Takes a nap by the fire place. Someone probably put a blanket over him.

Half the soda is in his tummy.

Everything is so warm and relaxing, he can’t help but feel drowsy.

His secret Santa gift is a two! A new swim cap and a memory foam pillow.

David Tapp

Also on a recliner deep in sleep.

Snores shatter the sound barrier

Grunts instead of talking.

His secret Santa gift is a travel coffee mug with some cop shit on it like “I drink coffee and catch bad guys” or smth idk

Kate Denson

Plays Christmas music on her guitar.

Also the one who suggested doing karaoke as a fun group activity.

The person who wears shorts and thigh highs when it’s in the negatives (but she slays so 😤)

Her secret Santa gift is a bandana with butterflies stitched in.

Adam Francis

Brings a soup no one touches.

Loves getting into friendly and educational debates.

Looks super classy. Comes in with that trench coat and hands full of presents like a fuzzy memory of a dad.

His secret Santa gift is a math book. Don’t feel sad, he loves it.

Jeff Johansen

Has a man bun going on.

Gives the best Christmas hugs.

Might dress up as Santa for shit and giggles.

His secret Santa gift is a stack of canvas.

Jane Romero

Wears a cute Santa type dress.

Loud and funny drunk. Constantly leaning on people and striking up conversation.

Her perfume can be smelt from 5 blocks away. It’s really good but it makes you nauseous after awhile.

Her secret Santa gift is a cute hair pin.

Ash Williams

Booze. And maybe some weed.

Tells the most inappropriate jokes and stories.

Kinda maybe summons a demon and ruins Christmas but also maybe banishes it and saves Christmas-

His secret Santa gift is a flask.

Nancy Wheeler

Makes snow angels outside

Kinda like a mom. Making sure everyone is calm and not drinking too much. Or fighting. Or dying.

Drunk people get on her nerves. The most stressed out person there.

Her secret Santa gift is pad and pen.

Steve Harrington

Is tossing a ball when everyone starts arriving.

Offers to help clean up when the party ends. Makes more mess than actually cleaning.

Gets his hand smacked when he tries to sneak a taste from the kitchen.

His gift is…I dunno. I’m gonna say a gift card or something.

Yui Kimura

Wants Roark wrestle everyone. Breaks a table or two.

Doesn’t drink wine. Sips beer.

Probably brings a grocery store dessert like brownies because she didn’t want to turn up empty handed.

Her secret Santa gift is a bottle of pink nail polish. (That’s what she put on her peice of paper.)

Zarina Kassir

Goes around filming everything.

Gets all the dumbass memories that everyone will laugh about in 50 years.

Yes, that includes Nea eating shit and Nic dancing on the counter naked.

Her secret Santa gift is secret recorder pen. (Judy Hoops looking ahh)

Cheryl Mason

Sulking in the corner.

Only ever seen sipping from a red party cup filled with coke.

Helps lay out table cloths or sets out the food.

Her secret Santa gift is leg warmers.

Felix Richter

Super duper awkward. Swirls a glass of wine for the first hour he’s there.

After a few glasses and some beer he warms up.

Funniest MF you’ll ever meet. I swear, drunk Felix is like watching a stand up comedy act.

His secret Santa gift a book on architecture throughout the centuries.

Élodie Rakoto

Almost canceled but Felix convinced her to come.

Kinda just sits at a table in her phone.

Probably just eats rice and water.

Her secret Santa gift is a sturdy book bag with plenty of pockets.

Yun-Jin Lee

Brings her own food.

Picks the most outrageous and controversial topics for small talk.

Her heels snap so hard on the floor you think they’ll brake. Shes kinda the relative you never talk to but they scare the hell outta you.

Her secret Santa gift is a new set of hoops.

Jill Valentine

Keeps watch the whole time. People bring her coffee to keep her warm.

Also plates! She really can pack it away.

Wrestles with when she gets a little tipsy.

Her secrets Santa gift is a pack of tank tops.

Leon Scott Kennedy

Brings a plate of roasted balsamic broccoli

Depending on that ver of Leon he is, he’ll ever be the sweetest helper or takes up the whole couch passed out.

Regardless ends up with his head in a toilet.

His secret Santa gift is a some hair products.

Mikaela Reid

Brings some spinach and artichoke dip.

Puts on some Christmas soup. Makes the whole place smell like a bakery.

Snuggles with Sable when they get home.

Her secret Santa gift is a tarot deck.

Jonah Vasquez

Watches baseball on the kitchen tv

Sips coffee like it’s no tomorrow. Always has a mug in his hand. Definitely the friend who just got off work and rushed over.

Talks sports with Gabe and David.

His secret Santa gift is a 3D puzzle.

Yoichi Asakawa

Forgot to be invited. Was remembered and told he was invited to a “last minute get together”

Shows up a hour late.

A pretty good guest. He cleans up his own mess and makes appropriate small talk.

His secret Santa gift a pair of rain boots.

Haddie Kaur

Brings vegetable fritgers and rice

Cozies up by the fire. Only time she leaves is to grab a plate.

Kinda quiet but makes good conversation if you approach.

Her secret Santa gift is a chunky necklace.

Ada Wong

The sleek friend who brings the Swiss

(For those who don’t know, Swiss is a Christmas Food catalogue with overpriced food you can get for the holidays.)

Sips wine while she mingles. Always put together.

Pulls an Irish goodbye. Off topic, but if the host has pets cats, she’ll get them little treats.

Her Secret Santa gift is a pack of high quality pantyhose. Hers always tear :(

Rebecca Chambers

Flutters around offering help. Does anyone need a refill? Any cooking to finish up? Trash she can collect?

Makes sure everyone is sobered up before they go home. Does not mess around with drunk driving. WILL confiscate keys.

So merry and bright, you’ll be waiting for her when she makes her mingle rounds.

Her secret Santa gift is a giant macaron plush with a two shiny beads for eyes.

Vittorio Toscano

Brings a crock pot of meatballs and some garlic bread.

Maybe makes mulled wine to share

Has the best Christmas voice. His voice makes everything seem so magical.

His secret Santa gift a book on dead languages.

Thalita Lyra

Brings potato sticks

Not a very good cook so she always brings store bought stuff.

Mingles with everyone. Gushes about her brothers cooking and her “help”.

Her secret Santa gift is a cute pair of sandals

Renato Lyra

Brings the stroganoff.

God tier cook. His sister cannot cook for shit. The only time he doesn’t want to hang with her is in the kitchen 😭

Head chef of the kitchen. Tastes everything and blunty grades it.

His secret Santa gift is a rubiks cube

Gabriel Soma

Wants to play with everyone. Even if it’s in the negatives he wants to go outside and build a snowman.

Brings Hawaiian butter mochi for dessert.

Always has his hands in his back pockets. I dunno why but I can’t picture him doing that.

His secret Santa gift is a signed baseball.

Nicolas Cage

Brings moonshine laced eggnog

Chokes on his drink at least twice every hour.

Dances in his boxers on the coffee tables.

His secret Santa gift is a chocolate Sadoko

Ellen Ripley

Would rather be at home with her cat but she came.

Beats everyone in darts.

Nurses a beer the whole night.

Her secret Santa gift is some hair products and cat magnets.

Alan Wake

It’s his day off. Do not ask him to do anything.

Drinks eggnog in a sweater that’s itchy as fuck. Constantly fussing with the tag he forgot to remove before coming here.

Makes adequate small talk. “Good weather? Good weather.”

His secret Santa gift is a fancy pen.

Sable Ward

Decorated everything with Nightmare before Christmas merch.

Wears sweaters with little skulls with Santa hats. Gets loads of compliments.

Brings the hot chocolate in a big ass jug. Her secret recipe; add a little cinnamon.

Her secret Santa a gift is a gothic themed coffee gift set (mug, coffee grounds, slippers.)

Aestri Yazar and Baermar Uraz

Dancing on tables and singing tunes.

Urging everyone to have fun and loosen up. Baermar is pushing whole bottles of wine into people’s hands.

Aestri takes requests and does karaoke with Kate.

Their secret Santa gifts are guitar picks and gloves.

Lara Croft

Best conversationalist. Tells the most interesting and compelling stories.

Ansty to get back to adventuring

I don’t know a lot about her sry. Probably brings butter cookies.

Her secret Santa gift is a pair work gloves

Trevor Belmont

I’m doing the anime ver cuz I’ve never seen the og

Gets plastered and can actually hold his own against Ace.

Eats like a fucking horse. Always has a plate in his hand. Is responsible for 25% of all trash littered around the party.

His secret Santa gift is a flask.

Taurie Cain

Was not invited.

Probably shows up anyway and everyone gets a little awkward.

Makes small talk that never goes anywhere. Doesn’t get the hint that she isn’t supposed to be there.

Her secret Santa gift is a lump of coal.

[pocket-jack]

Somewhere in their past:

Kid: Killer! Look what I found!

Killer: Oh! It's music instruments!

Kid: Yeah! And the whole storage of them!

Kid: Look! I'm the guitarist! "Proceeds to strum a guitar really badly" C'mon, Kill, get on the drums! Let's make some trash music together!

Killer: Well, idk. I never played

Kid: Yeah, me too, so what!? It's still music! C'mon! For the sake of fun and giggles!

Killer: Sign, okay...

Killer: "Proceeds to beat the soul out of those drums like a God of drumming" Phew... That was actually good!..

Kid: :0

Kid: "Pathetic strum"

[theboytatu]

sometimes i think about chanyeol. idk he just pops up. rockstar chanyeol is such a thing to me like. he is not a kpop idol he is more. he is an artist, he is a performer so good i would have loved him even without exo. his cover of wind of change by scorpions at music bank in berlin did more for the acceptance of korean music among the old gen eastern europeans (and germans) than beets cpuld ever imagine doing. like he ended generational wars with it. my mother recognises only him and wayvs pets. and i'm kinda drunk rn and i don't make sense but. i had a friend who went because of his gf and he doesn't even like kpop but he cried at that performance and he wasn't the only one. this was our scorpions in moscow after the fall of the iron curtain. in a way. like he did this.

oh my god oomf... you have no idea how much i appreciate this message like no literally... LITERALLYYYY speak your truth i couldn't agree more!! sometimes i think he made a mistake becoming a kpop idol. i think he should be an actual musician cause the idol industry is so constricting and they tried to lock him up in the rapper box because kpop (and specially SM manufactured kpop) is built on boxes and it's like. god. he is really so much more/so different than this. and so few people realize. and this isn't to trash idols cause there are plenty of kpop idols who ARE artists and musicians and visionaires. but chanyeol simply doesn't fit the mold sm has assigned him and it's clear to see.

he should be at the club (the club being his own production house where he writes and creates his own music and plays guitar and tours the world like the rockstar he was meant to be). he should not be pandering to ungrateful kexols who have his career held for ransom and will dictate his success based on how much fanservice he provides. he should be out here taking a page from gdragon's or monsta x changkyun's book and leaving an idol company in favor of a real music label like warner korea or whatever.

ANYWAY..... here's the winds of change cover again cause we all deserve to see it at least once. im so jealous of your friend for having experienced it live.

[nerd-party]

Idk what a drabble is but I'll take one

your wish is my command!!! thank you for your help soldier

“Dude, catch up! You’re way behind the beat.” Nick complains, stopping mid-riff to wipe the sweaty sheen from his forehead. It’s always Nick that complains, never Lark or Paeden- they just keep powering through, oblivious to the noise going on elsewhere.

Terry shakes his head, completely out of it. The rented studio reeks of sweat and weed, and their equipment is cluttering the place up no end. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t seem to make the acoustics fit in his mind- his bassline keeps tripping over his snare and knocking into the hi-hat in his mind’s eye- or ear, rather.

“Sorry, man. Guess I’m just tired.” He says, wheezing a little. It’s really, truly difficult to breathe in here, and they’ve already discovered that the window doesn’t open more than an inch. Nick huffs a little and holds his pick between his teeth to tie back his hair. It’s… something. It looks good.

Terry has been playing drums with Nick for six-and-a-half years last week. He doesn’t know why he remembers that date so well; he isn’t really sure he wants to know. There’s a lot of things he doesn’t want to know, like where Paeden disappears off to when the others aren’t around, or where Lark sleeps when Terry’s place is full.

He especially doesn’t want to know why every so often his eyes will catch on Nick’s lips whilst he sings, or how they wander over his slender form, trace the elegant lines of his hands when he plays the guitar. He doesn’t want to know why he can’t stop thinking about how Nick’s lips look when he swigs a beer, or how his arms look when he pops the trunk of a car to grab his amp. He doesn’t want to know.

Why is it so hard to breathe?

“Let’s just go again.” Lark says, resetting his keyboard and playing a few experimental notes. The first time Terry met Lark, he took him more for the bass, or maybe the drums like himself, but it turns out Lark has a way with keys; whether it’s lockpicking or piano, there’s a graceless fluidity to how he moves. It’s kind of entrancing to watch how he changes from turbulent chords into soft, flowing classics, Fur Elise spilling from his fingertips and bleeding through the speakers with closed eyes.

Paeden nods solemnly and tosses his now-empty Slush Puppy into the trash can. Freshly eighteen, his hands are calloused and worn from years of fighting and then metalworking with his adoptive dad Walter. He’s a strange kid- hard as nails but always looking for a good time. Sometimes he seems eight; other times, sixty-one. His bass is bright red and covered in stickers for The Prodigy and My Little Pony. He refuses to elaborate when asked.

Terry picks up his drumsticks and eyes them critically. He’s going to need new ones soon- these old A5’s are nearly worn out. He might get some new ones- that would be nice, he thinks, as he counts them in.

The band – the Watermice- smash through their first song flawlessly, letting Nick riff magnificently to end it off. In fact, most of their setlist plays off without a hitch, and Terry is really feeling it now, getting into the groove of the crash and snare, hands flying furiously across the drumkit. His lungs burn in his chest from exertion and the stale air of the room.

When the final strum of their final song- some old thing called ‘Skin’ by a ghost hunter- fills the room, Terry drops his sticks and leans back against the wall, vision swimming. While the rest of the band packs up, he struggles to take a breath, huffing and puffing his way through his asthma and praying this passes soon.

“I’m gonna head out. Need a ride, Paeden?” Lark says, keyboard case slung over his back. The latter nods and follows him out, snatching up his bass as the door swings shut. It seems to be happening very, very far away, through a fog or perhaps very dense mist.

Terry buries his head in his hands, the rest of the world swirling around him as his struggles to suck in breath after breath of sweaty, disgusting air. He can vaguely hear someone calling his name, getting louder and closer and closer until-

“TJ?” Nick says, his hand on Terry’s shoulder. “Man, what the hell happened to you?”

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. This is the worst situation Terry could possibly be in right now, because he already can’t breathe and now Nick is standing right over him, shaking his shoulder, as if it wasn’t hard enough already?

“Asthma.” Terry faintly wheezes in response, and Nick’s eyes clear instantly, warm brown pools of molten chocolate, blazing fiercely and smooth like chocolate all at once. He really, really likes those eyes.

“Shit. You got an inhaler?” Terry shakes his head no, and instantly Nick is rifling in his bag for his own.

“Why the fuck not?” He says, passing it to Terry and helping him move to the window, where the ghost of a breeze passes over his face. It’s heaven.

“Insurance is too expensive.” He gasps out, taking a puff of the inhaler, holding it one-two-three and breathing out. His vision is clearing up and the weight is lifting off his chest slowly but surely. Nick swims into focus beside him, silver sings cool against his skin, icy promises kissed into the soft flesh of his shoulder.

“That’s fucked.” Nick says, fiddling with the latch on the window to try and open it farther. Terry snorts derisively in response, nodding defeatedly.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Well, for starters- ugh!” Nick starts to respond before throwing his hands up into the air in exasperation. “This window won’t budge.”

“Shoulda got Lark to do it.” Terry jokes, and Nick bristles, moving his hand from Terry’s side to the window to use some force.

Terry watches his face in simple wonder as it scrunches up, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration whilst he manipulates a latch. “Don’t need Lark. I can do it myself. Ha!” He says triumphantly, holding up a small piece of plastic snapped off the window and pushing it open with his free hand. Fresh air circulates the room instantly, freeing up space to breathe and washing away the reek of unwashed clothes.

“That’s better.” Terry hums contentedly, taking a few more deep breaths of real air. Nick slides down to wall to sit beside him, tipping his head back against the plaster. The side of his nack is exposed tantalisingly, the vampire-bite tattoo an easy target for Terry to hit- if he wanted to. Which he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to.

Right?

“…but seriously, man, if you need, like, an inhaler, I can get you one.” Nick’s smooth voice slides back into the forefront of his mind and Terry mentally kicks himself for not listening. “I’ve got Glenn’s money, and he doesn’t give a shit.”

Terry snickers a little at that, relaxing ever so slightly so the exposed skin of their arms touch. Today, Nick is wearing a reddish graphic tee with the sleeves cut off, his collarbone decorated by a multitude of silver necklaces. His baggy black jorts are only help up by a thick chain, and Terry is struck by the inexplicable urge to loop his finger around it.

“I’m good.” He says dismissively.

“But you’re not.” Nick says, turning to face him, looking deadly serious for once. “This shit is life-threatening, dude. And- and I really care, y’know. About you.” His face and tone are soft as he slowly, hesitantly bring up on hand to brush the side of Terry’s face. He seems so nervous, a condition seen so rarely on Nick’s face that it’s only barely glimpsed at the end of rehearsal, when Terry is still packing up and Nick is standing at the door, looking like he’s got something on the tip of his tongue that refuses to budge.

Terry freezes. He’s not gay. Nick’s not gay. Like, they act gay, but that’s just shit you do with the boys. It’s all jokes.

Is it? Is it all jokes? Has it ever been, when Nick is this close to him and Terry is threading a hand through the soft black locks, staring into the other man’s eyes like they’ll save him from drowning in his own confusion?

Is it all jokes when Terry whispers back, as quiet and timid as a mouse, “I really care about you too.”

He doesn’t think so. Especially not when Nick finally brings their lips together and finally it makes sense why he remembers when they played together for the first time. It fits why he’s always looking at Nick, why he can’t seem to help being drawn to him like a moth to a flame. It makes sense why Nick only seems nervous when it’s just them.

They pull apart a little, eyes meeting as electricity zaps between the two of them. The way Nick’s eyes are sparkling with a barely concealed joy, and the reflection of his own in them, the same glee shining back. Nick’s hand moves to rest on Terry’s heart while his own hand twists further around the strand’s of Nick’s hair, tugging softly. It steals a soft gasp from him, tugging it out of his lips unannounced. Terry wants to follow the sound down his throat.

“But do you need an inhaler though?” Nick whispers into his lips and the two men, wrapped around each other on the floor, dissolve into teary laughter.

Terry smiles and wipes his eyes, grinning at Nick sheepishly. “I guess I probably do.”

Nick snorts. “Probably.”

“Definitely, if you keep doing that.” Terry says, reaching up to run his thumb over the tattoo on the other man’s neck and pressing a soft kiss to it.

“Careful what you wish for.” Nick warns, eyes sparkling dangerously. Nick is a challenge on all fronts, a game to be played and bested, to win and draw, but never to lose.

Good thing that Terry is very competitive.

“Oh, I’m wishing.” He says, biting down into the tender flesh.

[menlove]

the way paul said that he'd wait a lonely lifetime and then he never did🤪

see but he really did :( liiiiike....... the thing is, john went all in with yoko first, and paul has said a few times that he really thought it was just a phase and it took him a while to figure out they were in love. and he's talked a lot about how he felt he couldn't get in the way of love, specifically as he was a man and if he were a girl he could have. which to me just says it was just very much this internalized homophobia of like "i really fucking love this man but he found Actual Normal Love with a woman and getting in the way of that wouldn't be right or okay"

and it was only After john went full in w yoko that paul proceeded to have his spiral (sending people weird post cards and proposing to several people) that wound up in him marrying linda. & him and linda really did build a beautiful and loving life together, but from what they've both said before it doesn't sound like it really started like that. bolstered by the fact that they got in a huge fight before their wedding that nearly ended the relationship, he went to his ex's house and broke down but never explained why or what was going on before leaving, and then spent the next like year deeply depressed drinking and not getting out of bed

i think he very much meant the sentiment of he'd wait a lonely lifetime for john. but the thing is, john really never got it together either. paul, in the 70s, did reach out to him Many Times and a lot of those times was rejected (new orleans, showing up at the dakota w his guitar, even in john's last interview where he said paul was "creatively dead" even after they'd made up). but paul still kept reaching out. that whole time. and yeah, he had linda. but john also had yoko.

like idk i am a John Understander but i am not a john apologist the guy was a cunt and i completely get why paul didn't wait around single & alone for john to get his shit together. the dude cut everyone in his life off, moved to a different country, and trashed paul & the band publicly for like 2 years. that's enough for anyone to cut off a friendship, let alone anything romantic, but paul did still keep trying

and i mean hell, the guy is STILL writing about how much he misses john and loves him & talks about him constantly. he's still waiting that lonely lifetime :(

[dukeofdelirium]

God lord. Imagine her husband Lockwood strumming his guitar behind her while she goes like.🎶 " Oh you made me so high like I never was before. Come to my dream tonight." 🎶

And Lockwood is like: " Paycheck Paycheck. Paycheck"

I saw a comment on a forum during one show she said that the sex was great abt mj.

I also heard that while MJ was still alive during her marriage with Lockwood, she didn't call her husband by his first name because it reminds her of MJ. (same name 🤷)

Anyway in my opinion they didn’t match. She's classless and lacks respect. Evident is also the virginity part in her book which I AM SURE he didn't meant for her to tell the whole world. ( No matter how you slice it you cannot excuse this shit. )

But yeah, i'm not even 100% if i should believe her on that.

You can think and say what you want about their relationship, but I’m not the blogger you should be saying it to if you’re trying to trash Lisa Marie because I don’t agree and I don’t think that of her. I’ve asked multiple times for people not to slander her in my asks, so once again: refrain from putting shit like this in the ask box.

Idk why MJ fans are shocked that MJ didn’t sleep around with women prior to marrying Lisa Marie. The man was raised a devout Jehovah’s Witness and they do not have sex before marriage, and though Michael left the religion some odd years before Lisa Marie, he still clearly struggled with how he’d been raised and continued to practice a lot of things typical of JW’s including not celebrating holidays like Christmas considering he didn’t even have his first Christmas until 1993.

MJ not sleeping around with women isn’t a bad or weird thing at all. If he didn’t want to, who cares? That was his choice. I’m sure it was hard for him to feel comfortable around women to that extent, and I’m sure it was hard for him to find women to date in the first place. MJ said in his own autobiography that it was difficult for him to feel comfortable sexually around women, saying they always tried to move too fast for him and constantly overstepped his boundaries. He was also exposed to way too much sexual shit far too young: performing with strip teases, being told to lift up women’s skirts and shit as part of a music act as a literal child, having porn magazines shown to you on live TV as a child, being forced to listen to your brothers have sex while you’re in or right outside the room. Women constantly sexually harassing you. Madonna herself trying to force herself onto you.

It’s not shocking that Michael was hesitant to have sex with someone given his upbringing and the type of abuse he often suffered… not to mention the fact he was the most famous man on earth.