#joe zee

[hyunpic]

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

[Cleaning out my Drafts Folders]

Meg's Dirty Lips.

If she poses like this for social media, imagine what she's doing off camera. Pregnant Catherine probably threw away that lipbalm. 🤢

[straykidsmedia]

mrjoezee: 🇮🇹 48 Hours in Milano 🍝

[aashiqeddiediaz]

you can come if you want. vs. i want you there.

[Image ID: three gifs of Nick and Charlie in Heartstopper episode 2.06, "Truth/Dare." They've come to a café to meet Nick's dad.

GIF 1: Charlie looking over at an anxious Nick, his expression worried as he asks, "Would you feel better if I waited here?"

GIF 2: Nick adamantly shaking his head as he says, "No." He's looking at Charlie like he can't imagine not having him there. He continues, insistent and determined, "No, please come with me."

GIF 3: Charlie looking mildly taken aback as a faint, surprised smile takes over his expression. He turns his head to follow Nick as Nick begins towards his father.

/end ID]

[seths-rogens]

cardboard houses, cardboard hearts | M | 1.9k | ao3

should’ve been finishing my infidelity au, but instead the cardboard joe cutout i was given inspired me to crank this out in one sitting,, anyway, please enjoy :)

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Eddie often thanks God that he took the leap and moved to Indianapolis after he finally graduated high school. Not that he really believes in God. Just… figure of speech and all. Though, maybe he’d believe in God if they were a metalhead with tatties and an eyebrow piercing, but he thinks that might ruin their image honestly.

He’s getting off topic.

Eddie often thanks God for Indy in moments like these. Moments where he has a fucking beautiful man pinned to his own front door, strong, thick fingers tangling in his hair as Eddie desperately tries to fit his key into the lock. He shoves his thigh between Pretty Man’s legs - he didn’t catch his name - and presses upwards. Pretty Man whines, grinding down and making it all that more difficult to unlock the goddamn door.

“Hold on, Sweetheart. I just gotta-“ Eddie bites back a groan as Pretty Man kisses down his neck, sucking a bruise over his pulse as the key finally slips into the lock. Chrissy’s never gonna let him live the marks down.

He’s surprised he picked anyone up tonight at all. He’d gone to a concert alone for once, as Chrissy was staying at her new girlfriend’s place, and Gareth and Jeff weren’t the biggest fans of his guilty pleasure artist ‘King S’.

And honestly? In any other world. Eddie wouldn’t be either.

King S isn’t his usual style. Where Eddie usually loves a hard drumline, thrashing guitars and lyrics you can only scream, King S is all soft melodies and crooning vocals set to slow drum beats.

He’d stumbled upon him completely by accident, honestly. It’d been a slow day at the record store Eddie manages. He’d been there for nearly five hours and so far he’d only served maybe three customers - and two of those customers were an old couple shopping for their granddaughter. So he’d picked the first magazine he could reach off the stand by the counter, and flipped it open to a random page.

It’d been an interview with King S, who’d just released his first album at the time. He was talking about his inspiration for making music - his best friend and little brother who, he’s quoted as saying, ‘always ragged on him when he played his pop shit in the car’ - and the meaning behind his stage name - reclaiming an old high school nickname he’d been given after his brief stint as a bit of a mean girl, though now he promises he’s using it for good.

He’d flipped the page to find a double page spread of King S curled up in a bathtub. His eyes were squeezed shut through the lacy masquerade mask that was supposedly his staple (no one knew his real identity after all). His hair was messy and flying all over the place. He was…

He was naked. Or at least that’s how it seemed.

His arms and legs were bare, the black and white photo only emphasising the toned curves of the muscles in his arms and back and the dark hair covering those lush thighs.

Call him obvious but Eddie had been intrigued. He knew they’d received a new shipment of records that morning that weren’t supposed to be hitting the shelves until the next day, so he figured what the hell!

Ten minutes later, elbow deep in a shoddily painted green wooden crate, Eddie emerged victorious with King S’s debut album ‘Robins and Tadpoles’ in his hands.

The album cover was two people’s hands clasped together, matching ice cream cone tattoos on both wrists. There was a little dedication on the back. To R & D.

He took it out to the turntable on the shop floor and dropped the needle. When the soft music started, he was hesitant, but as the album moved on he quickly realised he was hooked.

He’d gone into the shop bright and early the next day - on his day off no less - and bought the album. Only slightly laughing at the look on Mike’s - part time Lit student, part time cashier, full time grump - face.

That had been two years ago, and Eddie had been solidly on the King S train since.

Sure, Gareth and Jeff - and Grant too when he was in town - would tease him about abandoning his people, about betraying the freaks and the weirdos, but really they supported his love for the artist, even if they didn’t quite get it.

So when King S announced a stop in Indy on his second album tour, the guys (and Chrissy) had banded together to get him tickets as an early 26th birthday present. Except when the day came, they were all busy, so he went by himself.

He didn’t mind really, was just happy to be there to appreciate the music. (And the man himself, Eddie has eyes, come on now.)

Elated and feeling just a little self fulfilled after the concert, Eddie had gone to his favourite queer/metal bar, Crash. He’s picked people up there before, sure, but they’ve all been metalheads, just like him, and as many of his friends have said in the past, he’s cursed to have the hots for the preppy jock types.

Usually, that’s not the type of guy he’d find in Crash. Tonight was different.

Eddie had been sat at the bar, thinking about King S’s arms beneath the crimson sweater he wore on stage, when a gorgeous man had stepped up beside him to buy a beer. The man was wearing a dark, charcoal coloured t-shirt under a light grey Members Only jacket, paired with light blue levi’s.

Eddie kinda felt his jaw hit the floor. Could this be the perfect end to the perfect night?

This brings us back to now. Eddie finally pushes the door open, swings Pretty Man around and pushes him back against it.

He drops his keys somewhere. It doesn’t matter. He’ll find them tomorrow.

They’re grinding fast against one another now, only their harsh, panting breaths filling the silence of Eddie’s apartment. Eddie slides his hand into Pretty Man’s hair, tugs on this side of too hard. Pretty Man moans, loud, almost echoing, and tilts his head to the side, baring his neck for Eddie to defile.

Eddie leans in, presses his lips to those two little moles, and—

“What the fuck?”

Eddie pulls back to look at Pretty Man’s face. He’s still, not looking at Eddie, instead staring with wide eyes into the open plan of Eddie’s living room.

Eddie follows his gaze and… Oh. Yeah. He forgot about that.

See the King S tickets hadn’t been Eddie’s only birthday gift. He knew this would come back to bite him in the ass, but his friends thought it was hilarious. Eddie thinks they’re assholes.

Because Pretty Man is staring at a life size cutout of King S, standing by the wall.

Eddie winces, pulls away. This guy might not look like a metalhead, but he was in a metal bar, there’s no way he listens to King S. He’s gotta come up with an explanation for this, and fast.

��Um, yeah… About that… would you believe me if I said I didn’t buy it?” He asks sheepishly, avoiding Pretty Man’s eyes.

“You’re a fan?” Pretty Man asks, except he sounds dejected, which Eddie thinks is weird. And actually? Fuck this guy. He’s allowed to like whatever he wants.

“Yeah, man. What’s wrong with that? Maybe it’s not for everyone but King S actually makes really good music.” He gets more than a little defensive, takes a step back and crosses his arms over his chest.

“No, no… that’s not what I meant.” Pretty Man raises his hands placatingly.

“Then what did you mean?”

Pretty Man sighs, rubs a hand over his face. “Don’t you recognise me?”

Eddie furrows his brow in confusion. “Do I like, know you or something?”

Pretty Man raises his eyes to the ceiling like this is difficult. “Really? Nothing?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t…” Pretty man nods, sighs, and then walks past Eddie further into the apartment. “Hey, you can’t just—“

“How about now?” Pretty Man asks, stopping right next to the cardboard cut out.

Eddie flits his eyes between the man and the cut out, trying to understand what Pretty Man is getting at until he sighs again, pulls down the sleeve of his jacket to reveal…

A tattoo of an ice cream cone, and suddenly it all clicks.

Oh. Oh no. That’s… oh holy ever loving fuck.

“Holy shit!” Eddie exclaims, pointing frantically between Pretty Man and the cardboard. “You’re King S!”

“Yeah. It’s uh, Steve, actually.” Pretty Man, King S, Steve nods, seeming much more shy than he was ten minutes ago. He’s curled his arms around himself, trying to make himself shrink. Eddie feels bad.

“Did you think I was trying to sleep with you because you’re famous?”

“I mean, weren’t you?” Steve won’t meet his eye. Instead he’s staring around the room, taking in all the little details of Eddie’s life.

Eddie takes a step towards him. “No, man. I just thought you were pretty, that’s all.”

“You really didn’t know who I was?” Though he still looks unsure, Steve finally meets his eye.

Eddie shakes his head, coming to a stop in front of Steve. “I didn’t even buy that thing, dude. My friends thought it would be funny because you’re like, the only non-metal artist I listen to.”

Steve smiles at that. He really is so pretty, Eddie can’t help but think. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, man. Heard your first album right after it came out and I was hooked!” Eddie laughs softly. “I used to be a little bit narrow minded when it came to music, but I heard yours and it’s like the world of music blasted wide open.”

A pretty pink blush spreads its way across Steve’s cheeks. “Oh, uh… That’s really cool. I’m glad you like it.”

“I was at your show tonight, actually.”

“You were?”

“Yeah!” He shrugs. “I used to play in a band in high school, we were never very good but I liked to think I had good stage presence, right?” Steve nods and Eddie grins, leaning in a little. “I was nothing compared to you. It was fucking electric, I felt like my skin was buzzing.”

Steve’s smile seems to grow even wider. He sways forward into Eddie’s space, almost unconsciously. “This might be crazy, but do you wanna start over? Forgo the one night stand and just, I don’t know, get coffee or something? I know this cute little 24 hour place, Victoria Street, it’s only a couple blocks away.”

Eddie narrows his eyes a little. “Stevie… barely anyone knows Victoria Street. Are you, dare I say it… local?”

Steve’s cheeks darken even further. “Maybe.”

Eddie laughs. “Then, I’d love to start over. I wanna get to know you as Steve, not King S.”

Steve slips his hand into Eddie’s, tugs him

back towards the door. “God, how much do you know..?”

“I may have read a couple interviews.”

Steve groans, embarrassed, as the door clicks shut behind them.

Then, a few moments later. “Shit! My keys!”

The date goes well. As does the second, and the third, and so on, and so on. They’re officially exclusive by date 7.

Steve meets Chrissy and the boys on date 20. Eddie meets Dustin and Robin, right before date 45.

On date 94, Steve presents his third album to Eddie. There’s a different dedication on the back cover this time.

To E, my love.

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lemme know if u wanna be added to a permanent taglist for anything i do in the future, i’m thinkin’ that might be funky :)

[joeinct]

New Tappan Zee Bridge, 12 4 24, Photo by Joe Bruha, Copyright 2024

[katebisxop]

stop wait. i have so much to think about from 25 minutes. TEEN?? WHAT DID HE DO TO THE OTHERS? BILLIE SONG? WHERE'S RIO? ALICE COME BACK?? I CANT WAIT A WEEK FOR THIS????

[milo-igidk]

being a fan of lesser known singers is all fun and games till theres no fan content whatsoever and you have no one to talk abt them with

[katarinas-redemption]

[notesofseptember]

I'm queen of the circus

From the first kiss

[zeemczed]

So I have this ongoing idea for a Masterchef action movie. Something about Gordon, Aaron and Joe getting dragged into a border war somewhere.

In one fight scene a pair of mooks would slide Aaron and Joe knives so "it'd be a fair fight". Aaron would get VISIBLY furious, telling them "NO TRUE CHEF WOULD SULLY HIS KNIVES FOR BLOODSHED" and would proceed to clothesline his mook. The other one would be distracted, but would still assume that he had one-up on Joe... until he turns around to realize Joe is right next to him and is already stabbing him.

"But... but your friend said-"

"Yeah, I'm really more a restaurateur."

*pause*

*follow up stabs*

*pause as he stares at the mook, while Aaron continues to obliterate his mook ECW style in the background*

"Y'know the most tragic bit is that this is a really lousy knife."

[sugakoni]

every day i get a little teary eyed about joe tazuna, but today is one of those days where i get really upset about joe tazuna.

live me reaction rn

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

[Somewhere in my drafts folder: commentary on mm, NYFW & luv bombing zee. For now, below is a clip from that infamous Yahoo video...]

Grifters Gonna Griftr: Meghan Markle's GOOP Dupe

Interesting post by Gwyneth Paltrow features a marmalade made in California by a relatively new company "Marmalade Grove." GP photographed her breakfast with one of the original jars of marmalade. 🤔

gwynethpaltrow in her pjs on IG "My cleaner take on a classic breakfast: gluten-free buttermilk biscuits, not-so-perfectly cooked over-easy eggs, and crispy bacon #boyfriendbreakfast" march 23, 2025

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A post shared by Gwyneth Paltrow (@gwynethpaltrow)

In the sun-drenched valley of Ojai in California is Marmalade Grove, our little piece of Eden. In this land of beauty, pleasure and romance our citrus orchards grow heavy with nature's delights, the fruits of paradise. Our Tango tangerines, Pixies, Meyer lemons, Ruby Valencia and Cara Caras thrive in the splendor of the Californian sun, plump and bursting with flavor. A traveling feast carefully picked by loving hands and delivered from paradise for you to feast in sensuous delight. Each fruit in our harvest comes with a gift, a sensorial invitation to ground yourself in the present. Take a moment to awaken your senses. Experience the inviting weight of the tangerine in your hand, the way its skin gives as it's gently peeled, the sharp zesty scent that remains on the tips of your fingers, the soft fruit inside your mouth as it bursts with flavor.

https://www.marmaladegrove.com/pages/the-grove

More BANANAS 🍌🍌🍌

Meghan Markle follows up on IG w/yet another old pinterest snack using her spread: "when 1 of the besties reinvents a banana split for breakfast"

Yahoo's Kristin Cavallari: "...so it's like your own little mini goop..."😂

Meghan Markle promoting her goop "the tig" at 2015 NYFW ||

[padawan-historian]

(1) Queer domestic worker and jazz lover Mabel Hampton (1919)

(3) Annie Bell and Sammie Pratt (1905)

(4) Mr. and Mrs. Joe Spears (1914)

(5) Bride and Groom (1926)

(6) William Biggers and his family (1916)

(7) A well-dressed couple strolling together (1925)

(8) A stylish New York couple in Harlem (1932)

(9) Lorraine Hurdle, a Black lesbian, posed in her United States Women’s Army Corps (WAC) uniform alongside a bespeckled lady friend during World War II

(10) A Family Portrait in Fort Scott, Kansas (1950)

(11) The wedding of transgender essayist Dawn Pepita Hall and her husband, auto-mechanic John Paul Simmons (1969)

(12) A couple shares a kiss inside a photo booth (1930s-40s)

(13) Two men share a kiss under a tree (1977-78)

Special Love to the Holsinger Collection, KyKy Archives, James Van Der Zee Studio, Mabel Hampton Collection, and the National Museum of African American History and Culture

[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

Hey, sweet Mysty! I hope you're well. I know life has been crazy for all of us. I know you're working on multiple fics, and I don't mean to add any pressure, but is there any way we can get a teeny update on our sweet Dancing Plant/Cat Dad Dieter? I miss him terribly, along with KitKat and Zee 💜

If not, that's completely ok ����💜

Thanks for the ask about, Closed Position @copperhalfcent!

No pressure felt at all. In fact, I need a swift kick in the ass to get going on this. I have been terrible. I have 100% been neglecting our dear sweet Dieter. All I have for the next chapter is the outline. 😭

I did the same damn thing with Destiny & Deliverance when it got to the angsty parts. I have to be in the right mindset to write it because I hate a sad Dieter. It’s going to be sort of a doozy and it’s going to hurt and I’m avoiding it. 🫣

I nearly have the next chapter of Buried Secrets done. Once I finish it, I’m buckling down and focusing on Dieter and nothing else. I’m determined because I’ve put him off long enough. 😔

I can give you some tidbits though…

I’m thinking this chapter will be 100% Kat’s POV unless something changes, but given what happens I don’t think it will.

Stacia and Joe are absolutely not happy about the social media posts. Dieter and Kat, however, love every second of it.

The paparazzi strike again.

Kat overhears a conversation.

After going down an internet rabbit hole, Kat reaches out to her sister for advice.

After Dieter & Kat’s steamy Viennese Waltz performance, things get angsty and will stay that way until about mid week 10. So, two and a half chapters of angst and drama.

I will say this chapter will probably not be novel length like the last several (or so I say now). I think they will be a bit more “normal” going forward. Unless Pedro does something crazy like show up shirtless on the beach again…cause we saw where that went. Damn him and his impeccable timing. 😅

Hopefully that will hold you over until I can get my act together. I have a feeling once I actually start it, I’ll fly through it. It’s just the procrastination and angst avoidance that’s getting me. 🥴

Until next time,

💜Mysty

PS. Here’s a little dancing Dieter for tax. 😘

[feminazipunk]

my intro =^_^=

(finally.. ., .)

🐛 call me zee or zachヾ(＾-＾)ノ

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(that's all i can think of rn... , (´⌒｀;))

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