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[tomsmusictaste]

Four Year Strong // bad habit

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Four Year Strong // Falling On You

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Join us for this episode of the Music Matters Media podcast, we’re diving into the world of Four Year Strong! Calling all pop-punk and easycore fans—this episode is for you! After a four-year wait since 'Brain Pain,' their eighth studio album, 'Analysis Paralysis,' has finally arrived. Listen as we explore the band's evolution over the years, conduct a track-by-track analysis of their latest release, and debate whether their bold experimentation and sonic risks have paid off. You won’t want to miss this one!

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[darknessisafriend]

I was wondering if you could write one with Joaquin's characters about how would they react to getting neck smooches from their S/O I hope you are well in these crazy times 💓

It's finally here! I finally got time to write! I hope you will enjoy anon, @galos-writing helped me a bit with Abbe ;)

Commodus:

Commodus is always a man on his guard. So, naturally his neck wouldn’t be an easy part to reach, even for his lover. 

The truth is also that his neck is very sensitive. Commodus is secretly very ticklish, and his sister and mother used to tickle his neck as they played together before bed. No one had been touching his neck in years. 

The first time you tried to, you joined Commodus in his study. He was working late at night as usual, but you missed him dearly lately. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing his cheek first. “My love…it is getting late...” you whispered, hoping it was obvious you needed him to warm your bed up and cool your body down. 

“I have important work to do, Y/N. I have to stay a little longer.” He replied, his eyes focused on whatever he was scribbling. As always, he would work so hard, from early in the morning to late at night, more than anyone else. Thankfully you were there to make sure he would take a break and not kill himself at the service of his People. 

You pouted at first at his answer and then grinned, leaning closer to his ear “His Highness won’t regret it...” you purred in his ear, nibbling his ear lobe, kissing his jaw and then daring a plant a kiss in his neck, right on his calmly pulsing jugular.

He froze at first, not expecting a kiss there, used to a feeling of coldness due to his armor. Your lips felt soft and warm, the opposite of a cold and hard blade he could have expected.

His skin had goosebumps and he looked down, pondering how to react, if he should let down his defense like he did so many times with you before. He made his quill lightly roll between his thumb and index as he thought. The kiss had been surprising, and yet it felt nice but too quick. “Y/N, can you do that again?” he quietly asked. 

You smiled in relief, you had been holding your breath the whole time, fearing it might have triggered him badly. Surprisingly it didn’t, probably because he had a lot more trust in you than he would think. 

This time, you would place your kiss slowly, your lips tracing kisses along his jugular where you felt his pulse had increased frantically, his skin warm and soft, with a strong scent of cinnamon myrrh, his favorite and prestigious perfume. It was intoxicating, just like the rest of his being. 

This time you would feel him relax under your kisses, his eyes almost closing entirely, his quill escaping his fingers that had become weak. His posture would remain high and yet his neck tilted to give you more space as one of your hands caressed his strong chest. “If my Emperor is willing to join our bed…I shall give him plenty of those...” 

“How dare you try to imp….” But Commodus wouldn’t manage to finish his sentence that a moan escaped his lips as you sucked his skin on a particularly sensitive spot. “Run…if I catch you before you get in bed, I will be the one ravaging your body.” He said, making you giggle, he knew you were fast, and he wouldn’t manage to catch you. What he wouldn’t do to make it seem like he had control while he entirely gave it up willingly the moment he fell for you.

Arthur/Joker:

Arthur adores your neck smooches, he is ticklish too but loves it anyway, probably due to his childish spirit.

You had first tried during a tickle battle actually, both of you laughing as you threw pillows at each other and tickled each other. You ended up straddling Arthur beneath you (or rather he loved to let you win). You blocked his arms and placed your lips in his neck to tickle him, something your mom used to do. 

Arthur would let out a squeal, a loud and boyish noise before laughing heartily, a happy laugh. He was fully relaxed, and he had discovered something new about himself. You would lift your head and smile at him, giving him a tender kiss on the lips. 

“Can I try?” he would ask eagerly, his eyes shining with fondness, his fingers delicately caressing your fingers. “Of course. But on one condition…I won’t go easy on you.” You teased him, challenging him to another play of pillow. And slowly a grin would form on his face, a confident one, that you knew from Joker “Don’t complain what comes afterwards darling.” He would purr. 

One thing you had noticed is that Joker had much more raw strength than Arthur, the madness sometimes gave inhuman strength. And you would be able to resist for long, Joker would be quick, naughty and sly; managing to win rapidly. You would gasp as he sent a last pillow hit that was a little too strong, making you lose your balance to fall off the bed.

But thankfully he would catch you in his arms, throwing his body first so he would take the hit and not you. He would laugh with a big smile, not reacting at all under the pain. “Told you I’d win.” He would say, already filling your neck in kisses, making you squirm as you started to giggle. 

His hand would instantly start to roam your body, Joker was more sexual than Arthur and winning you over a battle was even more exciting to his eyes. Even as he would make love to you afterwards, he would keep on filling your neck in kisses, making you laugh in that moment of intimacy. Arthur was still in there after all.

Bruno Weiss:

Bruno is a grumpy man and he doesn’t like to show himself vulnerable, only when drunk or very tired he does truly reveal himself.

His attitude does change after a while, once the trust builds up.

The first time you did it, was to tease him. He was annoyed by paperwork, keeping on muttering to himself while smoking his cigarette. “Is paying taxes such a headache?” you would ask in a chuckle, making him crush his cigarette in the ashtray. “I’m not working hard to have our money taken away from us.” he would mutter.

“Y/N” he would protest as you sat on his lap. The thing was that he was very weak for you and when you were so close to him, he wouldn’t be able to focus, and he would hate his inability to do so. 

You would grin, you just had to do one thing for him to snap. “You just have to pay darling, or should I do it?” you retorted and quickly smooched his neck before running off, chased by an angry Bruno who would soon calm down under your sweet caresses. 

After this episode, a kiss on the neck would become a soothing gesture for Bruno, one more reminder that he didn’t have to keep his defenses in front of you, that he could be vulnerable. It would be a reminder you would always be there, that you wouldn’t abandon him like everyone else did.

Charlie:

The first time you kissed Charlie in the neck, it didn’t go well, he had the worst reaction you could have expected from him.

You were sitting by the fire with a few companions and his brother. In a moment  of tenderness you would have sat behind him to hug him, placing a kiss on his cheek then neck. However, would quickly tense up, ignoring the soft smile of his brother at the scene. “What the fuck are you doing!?” Charlie would exclaim, instantly leaving your embrace “I’m not some kind of fag!” he would storm angrily to smoke a cigarette. Everyone would turn their eyes away from you in embarrassment except Ellie, patting your shoulder reassuringly “You know he didn’t mean it.”

And indeed, despite hurting, you knew Charlie was keeping a rough mask in front of everybody and you had brushed it off without thinking.

You would leave him alone for some time to process his gesture. He would be silent, feeling awkward after his outburst, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

“I’m sorry Charlie. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad” you would apologize sincerely. You knew he had a rough past and he was the little brother always acting tough to protect the ones he loved, it had cost him half of his sanity. 

“I don’t trust everyone here. I don’t want them to think…” he sighed, throwing his cigarette on the ground and crushing it with the heel of his boot.

You would approach him, wanting to hug him from behind but as you reached out your hand you wouldn’t dare to touch him.

I know. You don’t have to explain yourself. I won’t do it again.” you would offer softly, doing your best to accommodate your struggling lover.

“What are they doing? Are they looking?” he would ask after a moment of silence. You would look back “No, they went to sleep. Ellie is kissing his…scarf.” you replied, an intimate gesture his brother didn’t fear to show.

“Can you do it again?” he would ask in a mutter, you would hear his voice on the edge like a great effort he would make to let down his barriers and he would not repeat himself, fearing.

Joe:

The neck would be a triggering part for Joe, always has been as a soldier. This was part he would have to protect often during the war. But you wouldn’t be aware of this specific trigger point. 

One day, as he would be reading, you wouldn’t pay attention and would come to hug him from behind, you were light footed so he tensed up at first. But when it instantly followed with a kiss on the neck, something cool applying to his skin, triggered a past trauma. 

He would gasp and under the flash push you away strongly, making you fall heavily on the ground, pretty much hitting your head at the same time. “Joe what…” you would manage to say, blinking a few times the stars in your eyes. You would find him curled up in a corner, his arms wrapped around his head and neck as an attempt to protect himself.

Your eyes would widen at the sight, understanding he had been severely triggered. In fact, you now remembered reading some articles about it, how strangling and throat slitting was attempted on some factions of soldiers by the enemy and it was surely what had triggered him.

“Joe it’s me. I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you.” you would apologize on the verge of tears from the state he was in.

After that it would take a while for him to calm down, he would be closed into silence, feeling guilty of his own reactions to a simple kiss. But you would work things out as always, taking baby steps in trying to eliminate that trigger, his service dog helping as well, nuzzling his truffle in his neck while cuddling.

You would make sure to eliminate the effect of surprise during that gesture, coming to stand in front of him, caressing his chest and slowly tying your arms around his neck, asking for permission to kiss his neck. And it would work out well after many months of trial. You wouldn’t do it much tho cause you didn’t want to push this too fast, besides you loved kissing his lips, chest and arms much better.

With time Joe would grow to like it as well, it was much nicer to open his neck to a loving kiss rather than a cold blade. 

Max California:

- Max California loves neck kisses. He is a very physical lover so when he is with you he is rather clingly, and especially loves PDA, he is a possessive lover but not in a toxic way, he would simply be very proud of you. 

-  Very early in your relationship you would have gone onto neck kisses, at the shop as you assisted you would often lean against him hugging you from behind, placing lazy kisses from time to time as you both await clients to pick their next dirty products. Your neck was constantly filled with hickeys so the clients wouldn’t bother you. 

- However, Max himself was often subject to passion from clients and strangers, men and women desiring the dark punk boy working in a sex shop wearing a crop top. That would make you terribly annoyed and you knew an efficient way to mark your territory. Just do the same!

-  As you had gone to refill a shelf of porn magazines, you would decide to surprise him. Instead of going to insert yourself between his arms, you would hug him from behind as he chatted with a female client, filling his neck in small smooches, looking at the client in the eyes. Without surprise she would understand the message and leave promptly.

- Max would grin and turn his head to meet your eyes “Do you think she had any chance with me?” he would ask, making you blush and bite his neck in protest, making him chuckle. “But keep going, I like it.” He would add, his hand coming to caress your cheek before focusing on work again. 

-You would retain a happy squeal, muffling it against his skin before kissing it. Max wouldn’t be too sensitive on the neck so at first, he wouldn’t get aroused. He would simply be very happy of your attention, that you took the lead. He was a feminist after all so he would encourage such things in public and also loved to be under your control. 

-One day, after a weekend apart Max would even surprise you with a tattoo, red lips modeled on the lipstick you often left in his neck. He would wear a proud grin on his face. “What’d you think?” he asked, very pleased with himself and to show he was a marked territory already.

- “I think I still need to add a little bit more purple to it, you know, to make it livelier.” You grinned back, opening your arms and wrapping them around his neck as you would passionately make out.

Abbe:

As the composed and religious man of God he is, the Abbé has never experienced an intimate touch from no one. 

This has given him incredible awkwardness when he started feeling carnal desires for you besides romantic feelings, his religious trauma and brainwash made him believe he was a sinner and regret his own nature of man. Your love for him made you feel bad for his condition, so of course you tried to help him.

You already knew he would go crazy in the worst way possible if you had taken the lead without psychologically telling him, so you planned to slowly introduce him to physical affection. So you invited him for tea to ‘innocently chitchat’.

During the talk, he seemed still pretty nervous about the topic, but less than usual. It felt like a good sign for you, but you didn’t expect his next request.

The Abbé was actively avoiding your gaze as he parted his lips to speak, his cheeks turned a bright red. “Might I… dare to kiss you?” He asked in almost a whisper, making you blush and then scoff; his excessive politeness was adorable to you. You nodded, and approached, ready for a quick peck. You didn’t expect him to grab your shoulders and capture your lips for a goofy yet extremely heated kiss. 

You could hear him let out little noises already despite you weren’t touching him either. So, when the kiss was over, you smirked, licking your lips, delighted by that kiss, and leaned closer, brushing your lips against his neck. You could hear a gasp escape his lips, which lowkey turned you on. 

So you started by giving his neck a first soft kiss, noticing his chest moving up and down faster and his heartbeat louder. He swallowed down, trying to reluctantly pull back, it was obvious he was loving those kisses yet he thought it was wrong. “Y/N…”, he whimpered, letting out soft moans for every kiss you gave him. Every moan of his was one more shiver of excitement running through your spine. 

You suddenly felt your clothes being grabbed by his fists, his noises became a bit louder and his hips were starting to slightly jerk forward. Unfortunately that thick pitch black cassock was leaving no room for imagination, but you knew underneath he was fighting against a massive boner.

Suddenly, after you gently nibbled a spot on his throat, he let out a high pitched whimper, obviously choking other noises in his throat and trembling a bit, his mouth was agape. You stepped back, thinking you hurt him, but after some seconds, he was heavily painting and squeezing his legs together: he came just with your neck kisses. 

You would have lied if you said you weren’t proud of yourself. Especially after he looked at you dead in the eye and said: “There’s no turning back after this, right…?”. He seemed defeated, yet somehow relieved when you shook your head, hopeful to get further with him. Finally.

Merill

Merill is a lover of PDA and of neck kisses as well. Which means that naturally he would give them to you.

He is a protective man and possessive. In public he would especially love to stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist to place a tender kiss on your neck.

Naturally you would return the favor. Merill wouldn't be surprised or taken aback, he would let you do and even lean into your touch.

For Merill, neck smooches would represent letting himself get vulnerable willingly for the one he loves.

It was something he was proud of. Merill was known across town for his strong character, his stubbornness, and impulsivity. And many thought that he wasn’t an easy man to handle, that despite attracting many girls with his look, when they got to know him they would run away. 

It wasn’t the truth actually, ladies loved how he knew what he wanted and his passion, his love for his family. And you were the lucky one, the only one he ever allowed neck kisses from, encouraging you to mark him with hickeys, show who he belonged to. 

You would especially enjoy tickling him with your lips during a baseball match, distracting him when he was getting too agitated by the bad talent of some. It would work wonderfully, to the point he would melt in your touch, his attention drifting away more and more from the match to focus on you. During the final match you would end up making out and more in the lockers room where no one would come to find you.

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“TRAPPED”

Alan Weiss - Joe Rubinstein

[aliceisaperson]

I got bored and made a rocky horror fancast with starkid actors

Dr. Frank-N-Furter: Joe Walker

Rocky: Will Branner

Janet Weiss: Lauren Lopez

Brad Majors: Joey Richter

Riff Raff: Brian Holden

Magenta: Jaime Lynn Beatty

Colombia: Angela Giarrtana

Eddie: Jeff Blim

Usherette: Mariah Rose Faith

Dr. Everett V. Scott: A.J. Holmes

The Criminologist: Corey Dorris

[team-iceflower]

Ruby: "Okay. Weiss, we need a story. A reason she died."

Weiss: "She was unhappy and unstable and she killed herself."

Ruby: "WITH AN AXE??"

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Clip ft. jeremy morse, lauren marcus, will roland Singing "penny dreadfuls" By joe iconis During the finale Of the joe iconis haunted halloween special At the laurie beechman theater On halloween From jenashtep

[tomsmusictaste]

Four Year Strong // Go Down In History

[ginge1962]

Armageddon: Alien Agenda #3 - January 1992, cover by Dick Giordano.

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Four Year Strong // One Step At a Time

[softly-potter]

The Line is Gray

Summary: Ruby is devoted to Weiss; Weiss thinks she’s actually obsessed.

Inspired by the season one finale of YOU, aka the best show ever. 

Pairing: Ruby X Weiss

Word Count: 867

Warning: kidnapping

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“Wait wait wait!” Ruby screams, leaning against the glass of the cage. “I know you're angry but we can talk about this.”

Weiss whirls around, and there's a fury there that Ruby has never seen before. In all her months of watching Weiss, she’d never even seen her raise her voice. Now, she looked ready to light her on fire.

“You have no idea what I am, you fucking psycho.” Weiss seethes. Her normally plated hair is loose and wild, falling over her shoulders in waves, and it makes Ruby cry harder.

She balls her fists on the edge of the carpet, her side where Weiss had stabbed with the typewriter keys aches but not as much as her heart. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

“What, all the nice things that I said to you, while I was locked in a cage?” Weiss screams. “You thought I meant that?” She's breathing hard, her cheeks flushed, and Ruby leans against the glass with one palm.

“You actually believe, that all of this,” Weiss says, waving her hand around the basement. “Is somehow justified?”

“It is!” Ruby swears. How can Weiss not see it, the devotion Ruby has shown her? She built her a home, gave her a place to write, no distractions. Isn't that what Weiss had always wanted?

“You are insane,” Weiss cries, her voice cracking, and she holds her hands against her chest. She’s still wearing Ruby’s shirt, the plaid one with the buttons, and her fingers shake. “You think what, that you did some bad shit and i did some bad shit and its what, equivalent?”

Ruby says nothing, her side pulsating, the tears on her face still damp and she tries to sit up straight.

“Yeah, I lied, and I cheated, but I-I didn’t stalk you,” Weiss cries, and she's out of breath. “I didn't hit you, I didn't kill people, I didn't do any of it!”

With renewed vigor Ruby sits up, banging on the glass door. “There's not a line…in the world, that I wouldn't cross for you.” She tries to smile, tries to show Weiss that she's still the same old Ruby, the same girlfriend who rubbed her feet at night and helped her with her essays. “That's love, Weiss.”

“That isn't love, that's obsession,” Weiss spits. “I didn't ask for you to come in like, like some sort of knight.”

“But you did!” Ruby argued. “You’re life was a mess-”

“And it was my life!” Weiss screams, her voice strained. “And I didn't need some psycho on her white horse to swoop in and save me. I mean, what gives you the right? You thought that I would be grateful?”

Weiss takes a step back, her shaking hand coming to rest above her mouth and Ruby leans her forehead against the glass. This isn't how any of it was supposed to go, no, no, no, it was all wrong.

“You, you are her. You are the bad thing.” Weiss says with a shaky breath. “You are the thing you wanted to ‘protect’ me against.” she puts her fingers up in air quotes. “But you know what I think? I think this is all some sort of excuse, an excuse to creep into people's lives and violate the shit out of them.”

Ruby settles her jaw, her eyes shut with exhaustion and disappointment. “If you let me out, we can talk. Okay?”

“I think you love it!” Weiss continues. “The power, the ability to control? It gets you off. I think this was the perfect excuse to take out people like Jaun, and Blake, people that have looked down on you, your entire miserable existence.”

Ruby opens her eyes, staring at her in disbelief. “No, no that's not true, I would never hurt someone I love.”

“Tell that to Penny, you sick fuck!” Weiss shouts, and nearly falls over from the effort. She sits down, breathing hard and her lower lip trembles.

“Weiss,” Ruby begs. “Just listen to me.”

Weiss looks up, her jaw tight and brow set. “You aren’t special. You're broken.” she says, her voice hard. “I could never love you. Rot in there, you psychotic asshole.”

She stands, brushing her jeans off and Ruby feels another tear slip down her cheek. Moving around storage boxes, Weiss climbs the stairs of the basement two at a time. When she reaches the door, she puts a shaky grip on the knob and turns.

The door doesn't budge. She tries again, this time yanking, and still it doesn't move. Weiss swallows, before turning slowly, and staring down the stairwell. Taking the steps slowly, she creeps back down, in search of the keys she had seen Ruby carry. As she looks around, her heart sinks, finding the door to the glass cage wide open.

Her blood runs cold, and she looks around, moving slowly, before she feels a presence behind her and jumps back.

“When Qrow used to lock me down here I learned a valuable lesson,” Ruby says softly, her face still streaked with tears but there was no emotion behind her eyes. “Hide a spare key, so you can get out of the god damn cage.”

[justinspoliticalcorner]

The Guardian:

Jury selection began on Monday in the federal gun case against the president’s son, Hunter Biden. The legal proceedings seriously complicate Joe Biden’s re-election campaign while handing political grist to Republicans searching for a distracting issue in the wake of Donald Trump’s 34-count conviction last week. In a show of support, Jill Biden, the first lady, also arrived at the federal courthouse in Delaware where her stepson is facing trial. In a statement, the president said that as a father he has “boundless love for my son, confidence in him, and respect for his strength”. Prosecutors allege that Hunter Biden lied about his drug use on application forms when he purchased a handgun in 2018, while in the throes of addiction. He has pleaded not guilty.

In theory, he could face a hefty jail sentence, but it is widely seen as highly unlikely. “I am the president, but I am also a dad,” Biden said, noting that he would not comment further on the case. The president’s youngest and only surviving son, Hunter Biden, has long struggled with drug addiction and a troubled private life, which is now at the center of the federal case. “Jill and I love our son, and we are so proud of the man he is today,” said Biden, known for his reputation as a close family man. “Hunter’s resilience in the face of adversity and the strength he has brought to his recovery are inspiring to us.” The president’s son has acknowledged being addicted to crack cocaine during that period in 2018, but his lawyers have said he didn’t break the law. In his memoir Beautiful Things, he described becoming consumed by drugs and alcohol after his older brother, Beau, died in 2015 at age 46 from brain cancer. The brothers were very close, having survived a car crash when they were young that killed their mother and baby sister.

[...] Republicans will no doubt be motivated by Trump’s host of legal travails. The former president seen as a lock to be the party’s 2024 nominee was found guilty last week of falsifying business records linked to hush-money payments to the adult film actor Stormy Daniels to cover up an affair that was seen as potentially harming his 2016 election prospects. Like Hunter Biden, Trump could face jail, though that also is seen as unlikely. The timing of the trial is unfortunate for Democrats, who are seeking to highlight Trump’s historic first of being the only US president to become a felon. But the case could also undermine one of Republicans’ key lines of attack against the guilty verdict returned by a New York jury last week: that Biden has weaponized the criminal justice system against Trump, a claim that lacks evidence.

Jury selection has begun in the Hunter Biden trial for federal gun violations.

[cccovers]

Ms. Marvel #12 (December 1977) cover by Jim Starlin, John Romita, Alan Weiss and Joe Rubinstein.

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