#michael monroe imagine

[psych0-str1ngs]

Panic Attack- Non binary! reader x michael monroe

Authors Note: Anon, if you see this, i hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: uh, cussing? Booze (just beer), crying, angst of sorts, depression mentions

Lately, it's felt as though the whole world has been crashing around you, you spent most of your days laying in bed, or restlessly working to keep your mind busy. Today was different, it was one of your few days off and you decided to bake something for you and mike. Michael unfortunately had to work with the band today, photo shoots, interviews and what not. It was okay though, you knew he'd be home soon.

So there you were, standing in the kitchen with a Christmas apron on, reading the recipe book on the counter. Your eyes scanned over the different measurements, searching for the ingredients you needed. You smiled lightly and grabbed everything you needed and started to make the cake. You mixed in all the ingredients your arms started to get tired so you took a breather and grabbed a beer from the fridge. You went back to the batter and poured it into the pan, before opening the oven door.

"jesus," You said to yourself, feeling the heat cloud your face.

You slid the dish on to the rack, your arm lightly gazing the top rack. You quickly set the pan down and hissed. You ran your arm under cold water for a moment, before setting a timer for 25 minutes. grabbing your cigarettes, and jacket you walked outside, lighting up one of the long cancer sticks and smoking it. You looked out at the snowed up back yard, smiling lightly. Winter has always been your favorite in London. You walked back inside sitting on the counter and swinging your feet lightly. You zoned out, thinking about Michael and whatever else you were thinking about.

You were so deeply zoned out that you hadn't even heard the alarm go off on the stove, until you started to smell burning. You gasped jumping down and opening the oven, and grabbing out the scolding pan with oven mitts. You sighed, what else could go wrong?? You suddenly had an idea pop into your head, you scooped out a part of the cake, seeing that the inside wasn't burned at all. You walked to recipe book and flipped, trying to find a recipe for cake balls, your eyes glistened as you found a recipe.

You continued making the cake balls, setting them onto plates and shoving them in the fridge. A few hours later after letting them cool, you excitedly walked back into the kitchen, looking at the finished product. You wanted to try them, but decided to wait until mike got home.

A few minutes later, Michael walked into the house, you ran up to him and smiled.

"Hi my love!" You hugged him tightly.

He smiled down at you. "Hi sweetheart."

You pulled away and lead him to the kitchen, giggling. Pulling out the plate of chocolate covered cake balls, you smiled brightly. Michael's eyes glistened. With two strides he walked up to you, and grabbed one. You grabbed one as well, popping it into your mouth. Within the first bite, your face contorted.

You had used salt instead of sugar.

You immediately spat it out in the trash, Mike doing the same. Your eyes began to well up with tears.

"What's wrong my love?" He grabbed your face.

"I just wanted to have a good day," Your bottom lip quivered.

"oh baby," He pulled you into a hug.

"I'm so tired of being sad," You sobbed into his chest. "I burnt myself, I burnt the cake, I can't even make one simple thing go right."

"Hey now don't talk like that," He pulled you from his chest, grabbing your cheeks softly once again. "You make a lot of things go right, your so good at so many things love. You're great at baking, it's just one little mess up."

"I'm sorry.." You said quietly. "I don't want to stress you out"

"You aren't stressing me out baby," He kissed your tears away. "This is what I'm here for. I'll love you no matter what, through every up and down."

You smiled lightly and kissed him. Wiping away your tears, you went to throw away the cake balls before Michael stopped you.

"You know, it'd be funny if we gave those to the guys," He giggled mischievously.

You giggled and set the cake balls back in the fridge. Mike grabbed your hand and lead you to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around your legs, leaning his head onto your stomach.

"I love you so much y/n," He said looking up at you.

"I love you so much too Mike," You said smiling back down at him.

He pulled you to lay next to him, putting your head on his chest.

THE END, i hope you enjoy anon, sorry if this isn't the greatest!!

[depression-c0re]

current!sami yaffa x Michael Monroe’s daughter headcannons also nsfw and big age gap

(I’m sick of waiting for someone to read my other post and write this for me so ima do it even though I suck at writing also I’m writing headcannons bc it’s easier and less work)(also a few details reader is a girl obviously also in the story reader is about 23 just to let y’all know)

warnings⚠️⚠️:age gap, mentions of pedophilia, mentions of pregnancy (I think), smut, maybe some cursing

if I missed any warnings please tell me

-ok starting off you and Sami obviously have a very big age gap around a 37 years actually

-when y’all started dating and you told Michael he obviously freaked out (bc he’s our fav Barbie drama queen)

-also because it’s his daughter is dating one of his best friends who also helped raise her

-it took awhile but sooner or later he came around to it seeing how much Sami loved you and how happy he made you☺️

-now onto y’all’s relationship dynamic

-Sami’s love language is definitely physical touch I see him being to shy for words of affirmation but he’ll do it every once in a while I also feel like he loves gift giving

-he absolutely loves when you hold him and baby him it doesn’t matter how big y’all’s age gap is he still loves being babied by you(no one can change my mind on that)

-speaking of babies if y’all had a kid he would love them so much it’s not even funny

-I have a feeling he’s extremely good with kids idk why

-also he would have the best fashion advice for you like he would always help pick out outfits for you when you don’t know what to wear

-while he helps pick out what you where he also helps you out of it at the end of the night(iykyk)

-you can not tell me this man is not a sucker for tits and thighs bro

-will absolutely suck on your tits and leave hickeys on your tits and thighs

-absolutely loves being bottom his fav position is cowgirl because you can control him or he can control you

-absolutely will not force you to do anything you don’t wanna do and respects you boundaries

-but also will do anything you wanna do kink wise

-like he does not care he will literally try whatever you wanna do with him

-absolutely loves you

-has written many songs about you

-and yes sometimes they get published and Michael has to sing them💀

-when it got revealed to the public y’all were dating every one freaked out some people outa happiness and some in anger

-most people loved y’all’s relationship and their were so many cute post from y’all’s supportive fans saying how cute you and Sami are

-then there were the people posting about y’all’s age gap and how it was pedophilia and shit because he helped raise you but you didn’t care honestly you had Sami and your dad and that’s all you needed

-seeing as you grew up around Sami he knew everything you liked and how you liked it

-he could name your coffee order by heart if you asked him to

-if you had tattoos he would absolutely love them kissing touching and tracing them every time you are together

-always has an arm around you ESPECIALLY at social events that the band is at

-he is definitely overprotective of you not in like a controlling way but in a concerned trying to make sure you don’t get hurt/uncomfortable kind of way

-will absolutely let you sit on his lap(but also his face in the bedroom)

-ALWAYS and I mean always gives you a kiss before and after a concert

-adores when you wear his clothes

-you wanna know a way you can instantly turn him on wear his shirt with just panties on nothing else just his shirt and panties

-he will literally die of hornyness on the spot

-lives for when you braid his hair randomly

-braiding his hair is literally the best way to calm him down if he’s mad upset or stressed about something

ok that’s all for now I might write more later but I have no more ideas if you have any ideas tell me also, I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes. I suck at spelling.

[peetaspenguin]

josh Hutcherson edit

[izzystradlinswife]

Question about who you write for. Do you write for Hanoi Rocks??

I could, would that be something anyone else would want

[pamicakery]

˚₊‧꒰ა Why are you stuck in the same loop? + use your senses at your advantage ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Sometimes I want to slap myself because I have those epiphanies just now. Ahem, so.. You know why you are on the same loop and living the same thing over and over again?

Because you are taking consciousness of one reality.

Let me explain :

Let's say that you want to manifest.. An apparance change for... 4 years. It's been 4 years.

You haven't changed.

Why? Because with your senses you are seing the same reflection, hearing the same comments about your body, sensing your body Tight in your clothes.

And by using your senses you are :

-Going straight to the end

-experience it in the present

-embodying a state.

When my parents and my siblings were going to France without me, I was seeing them preparing the bagages, hearing them talking about their day in DisneyLand or the Eiffel tower. Smelling the new clothes they bought online etc.

I was immersed.

But what I did, I went upstairs, closed the door and asked myself :

'' What if I was part of that trip? ''

Then I saw myself with them at the airport, Eiffel tower, Disneyland. I was hearing the airport calls, my sister's talking, feeling the plane seats, the seat of the boarding area.

Again I was immersed.

And guess what?

-I was going straight to the end

-experienced it in the present

-Embodying a state.

It's litterally the SAME PROCESS!!!

With my visualisation of me in Paris :

-My ticket was paid, I traveled with them, I've already made the trip,I was there.

It was all implied because I was experiencing beyond those points.

I could have dwell on my 3d senses, because it's a '' logical '' following. If I trusted my 3d I would have stay alone at my house because the 3d was showing me that I wasn't about to go with them.

But I immersed myself in another reality with my heart 4D senses .

And you can do it with other topic :

-What if I wake up in another reality?

-What if I had my desired body?

-What if this Sp was my boyfriend?

What would it look,sound, smell, feel and taste like? (usually only sight, hearing and touch are used lol)

Btw... I manifested so much food with that.. Like '' How would it be If I could eat that? Then I imagined myself like Nom nom it tastes good)🍔🍕🥧🍰

And last point..

Marilyn Monroe asked herself '' What it would look like if I was so pretty that everyone would look at me? ''

Michael Jackson asked himself '' What it would look like if I was the best artist of this generation? ''

Neville Goddard asked himself '' What it would look like if I was in Barbados? '' or '' What it would look like if I was at Home with my wife and my daughter? ''

And then BAM they used their senses and embodied the state.

[s-b-party]

HSR’s Guns & Roses: Analysis of Boothill & Argenti

****Possible spoilers ahead, esp. Boothill’s & Argenti’s lore****

With Boothill out now, I’ve been very intrigued by the Boothill & Argenti duo which I’ve noticed so many details that are similar but also different about them, some of which many people may have already noticed but I still would like to analyze them since it’s been a hot minute since my last lore thread

The main aspects of these 2 characters that I want to talk about are their gameplay, characteristics, and lore/backstories

When we look at their gameplay, some details stand out; for example, both have the same element (physical) but opposite paths when it comes to their DPS roles (Boothill is Hunt which specializes in single target fights & Argenti is Erudition which specializes in dealing dmg to multiple enemies)

Their weapons are also opposites of each other where guns are ranged & the lance is typically used in close combat

This is more of a coincidence which I tweeted about recently but I still think it’s funny that their best-in-slot relics can be found in the same cavern of corrosion

Next we’ll look at their characteristics by which I mean their personalities & designs; off the bat we can see that Boothill has a more gruff personality & if he weren’t censored by his synesthesia beacon, he would be the sole reason for bumping HSR to a higher audience rating; this man probably would not hold back on the expletives 😂)

Meanwhile Argenti is shown to be very kind with his words, often using compliments & praises; typically he speaks with levelheadedness & grace, just like how we imagine a knight would speak

If we think about it, Boothill & Argenti are both very flamboyant characters but in different fonts; just look at their demo trailers as references since they both move like dancers (Argenti looks like he’s in a graceful ballroom dance while he’s fighting the swarm disaster; Boothill straight up MOONWALKS while dodging bullets from the IPC, we literally went from Marilyn Monroe to Michael Jackson 😂)

What accentuates their flamboyance even more is the way they both have spotlights on them at various points of their demo videos

Bonus shot of Boothill being so extra (read: fabulous) while fighting:

They also have very flamboyant designs which makes them stand out (as Boothill explains, they’re both clad in silver which definitely is one of the first things you would notice when looking at them); I don't know how much value silver has in this universe but it is considered a precious metal & valuable to us due to its many uses which is thanks to its malleable nature

Another thing to point out is that Argenti is based off the Latin word for silver argentum; fun fact, the Latin translation is the reason why the symbol for silver on the periodic table is Ag :3

I feel like their color palettes are a bit similar (silver, red, black) but they also have varying degrees for shared colors, specifically red & black; from a visual standpoint, this goes very well because Argenti having more red helps to emphasize his association to roses & Boothill having more black helps to emphasize his identity as “death” (well, for the IPC at least)

Moving onto their lore, although Argenti doesn’t have lines about Boothill, we do get lines about Argenti from Boothill himself; based on Boothill’s voicelines, we can assume that he holds some respect for Argenti as someone to whom he can relate

Their backstories are quite similar when we take a closer look at them

For example, they both have experiences where they lost their homes & the people important to them (damn, HYV really said you’re gonna suffer 💀)

Their respective factions are both noted to be groups of solitary people

Interestingly the factions have different reputations according to the data bank where the Knights of Beauty are looked down upon & the Galaxy Rangers are seen as heroes which may be a bit different from what we’re used to since knights normally have a positive connotation as people who hold chivalry as one of their most important values

Their goals are similar in the way that they both are looking for a specific person or entity: Boothill is looking for Oswaldo Schneider (who is responsible for the loss of his family & home; we might possibly meet him soon since we ended off 2.2 with the cliffhanger where Boothill confronts Aventurine to ask him where Oswaldo is) & Argenti is looking for Idrila the Beauty

They also have their critical turning points in their respective Character Story Part 3 portions

Boothill’s portion talks about his transformation into a cyborg & his adoption of the name “Boothill” which he explains is what they called gunslingers who ended up dead; it is a clear representation of his old self having died along with his loved ones & his home when the IPC destroyed everything

Argenti’s portion talks about his journey as a new Knight of Beauty & the obstacles he faced after having met the knight that was mentioned in his Part 2; here we see his transformation into a Knight of Beauty & his dedication to the path he walks

Before I had mentioned silver being an important part of their designs; here I think is where we see the importance of silver the best (since silver is a malleable material, it can change its meaning for both characters based on their situations)

To reiterate, becoming a cyborg by replacing his body w/ silver represents Boothill saying goodbye to his old self who knew of happier times & his loved ones; for Argenti, the silver that he wears is a sign of his devotion to Idrila the Beauty

What ties their differences so well in my eyes is that silver acts as a symbol of Boothill’s & Argenti’s resolve to accomplish their goals (silver may be malleable but it still can be strong metal & it’s even better since Argenti does talk about his will/faith being unbreakable)

I truly love their dynamic as complementary foils & I really hope that we’ll be able to see more interactions between them in the future since we just only have Boothill’s voicelines about Argenti but considering their goals, it probably won’t happen, at least not any time soon

Let me just say that I only cooked this idea up after listening to Boothill’s demo trailer on repeat…..a normal amount, I’m so normal about him 🙂🙂🙂🙂

Thank the YEEHAW man :3

[threewaywithdelusion]

Mrs. Harrington (A Stranger Things WIP)

Delia remembers falling in love with Richard. 

It was junior year of high school. Delia was a cheerleader, but not the best cheerleader. She was in the middle of the pyramid — too weak to be the base and too big to be a flyer. She felt unnoticeable, propping the head cheerleader, Mandee, up so she could shine. 

Mandee had been dating Richard. The perfect cheerleader, all blonde hair and blue eyes and a petite body that made her a perfect flyer. Not like Delia, whose dark hair never lay flat and whose body was heavier but without that perfect hourglass Marilyn Monroe shape. Mandee came from a good family, one with money. Delia’s family was aggressively middle class. She could never go anywhere because they only had one car and her dad drove it to work every day. The only truly nice thing Delia had was her piano, which was her most cherished possession. Delia was a cheerleader because it gave her friends — she played the piano because it gave her life. 

All that meant that Delia had never expected to catch Richard Harrington’s eyes. Then, somehow, in the middle of a cheer, Delia had looked out at the crowd and seen Richard. His eyes hadn’t been on his perfect girlfriend at the top of the pyramid. They had been on Delia. 

After that, every time they did their routine, Delia always looked for Richard in the audience. She always found him looking back at her. 

The summer before senior year, Mandee’s family had gone to visit her grandparents in Florida. She hadn’t been gone two days before Richard pulled up outside Delia’s house at twilight, rolled down his window, and gave her a roughish smile. 

She’d climbed into his car. 

That summer had been the happiest time of her life. The two of them had been young and free — Delia and Dickie, taking on the world. Dickie had taken her to the drive-in and kissed her with his mouth tasting of popcorn. He’d driven her to Indy and to Chicago, where they had spent hours exploring new music like the Elvis and the Shirelles. They went to the lake and Delia lay on the shore until Dickie picked her up and dunked her in the lake, kissing away her shrieks of surprise. 

Dickie had money and he bought Delia records and dresses and jewelry. He made it seem like the world was at their fingertips. 

They’d spent their evenings lying on the roof of Dickie’s car, watching the stars and discussing their dreams. 

“If you could be anything, what would you be?” Delia asked. 

Dickie blew out cigarette smoke with a careless air, something that always reminded Delia of James Dean. 

“An actor,” Dickie said. “One of those handsome ones who gets to kiss all the pretty girls and save the day. Like Rock Hudson.”

Delia smiled and snuggled against Dickie’s shoulder. “You do kind of look like him.”

“I know,” Dickie said cockily. He tilted his head just so, in a way that invited Delia to laugh at his overconfidence. That was part of the magic of talking to Dickie — you always felt like you were in on the joke. 

Delia teetered on the verge of shattering the moment, then committed to it. “But what about for real? In a world where you aren’t a movie star. Do you think you’ll work for your dad?”

Dickie’s face went dark. “I’ll never work for him. He’s already got his golden child, doesn’t he? Michael is apparently getting straight A’s in college. He’ll take over the company once dad retires.”

Dickie frowned at the stars for a long moment before he remembered to pretend he didn’t care. He shook off his preoccupation and gave Delia a wide smile. “Let him have the boring business job. I’ll be busy getting rich as a movie star.”

Delia laughed because that was what Dickie wanted. She couldn’t imagine why Dickie’s father wouldn’t want him as his heir. Sure, Michael was a year older and he seemed to be good at all that school stuff. But Dickie was no slouch when it came to school and he was excellent at people. The mothers who worked as cashiers in town were always giving him discounts or free treats because he knew how to flatter them. 

Dickie shone. When he smiled, you couldn’t help but look. When he talked, you couldn’t help but listen. 

No one had ever looked at Delia until this paragon of rich, insouciant youth had noticed her. He’d seen her in the middle of the pyramid and thought she was worth watching. He’d let her drag him into her embarrassingly small house and watched her play piano, sitting atop the lid, looking entranced. He’d demanded song after song. 

He’d called her extraordinary. And when Dickie said it, Delia felt like it was true. 

“What about you?” Dickie asked. “What do you want to be?”

Delia stole the cigarette from between his fingers and took a drag, placing her lips where his had just been. “Yours. I want to be yours.”

Dickie smiled and kissed the top of her head, then her forehead, then her lips. They abandoned the cigarette in the dirt and crawled into the car and made love, fogging up the windows until a cop knocked and Dickie charmed their way out of trouble with a sweet smile and a story about young love. 

The whole time he’d spoken to the cop, he’d kept one hand behind him, holding onto Delia’s. 

Delia had thought, this is love. 

***

It’s August 1986 when Delia Harrington meets Robin Buckley for the first time. 

Hawkins is an empty husk of a town, ravaged by an earthquake and a chemical leak and a string of animal attacks. Delia’s son is covered in scars and has a wild look in his eyes that reminds Delia of the veterans she met at the memorial. She wonders if Steven will ever be able to live a normal life or if he’ll be like those veterans, jumping at backfiring car, never quite sure where or when they are. 

Wherever Steve is, Robin Buckley is as well. 

Delia’s first impression of her is that she didn’t think Steve would choose this type of girl. The last one, Nancy, seemed more like Steve’s type. Well-mannered, put-together, and from a good family. Pretty and smart with a confidence that had Steve watching her in awe whenever she spoke. 

Robin isn’t eloquent or quietly powerful like Nancy was. She rambles far too much and she flails her limbs when she moves. She fumbles basic conversation and she doesn’t hold eye contact with Delia for more than three seconds at a time. 

But when she’s around Steve, the tension drops out of his shoulders. He reaches for her constantly, checking she’s there with little taps to her shoulders or brushes to her wrists. They have entire conversations in silence, punctuated only by Steve’s loud laughter. 

Delia could never have predicted Robin Buckley would be the one to catch Steve’s eye. She sees Richard frowning at the girl and she knows he’s seeing all the ways she’s a wrong fit — too loud, too wild, too shameless. Her clothes too blocky and her hair too choppy. 

Delia wonders if any part of Richard is seeing his own high school sweetheart and the way he’d loved her in spite of the more proper choice. 

She’s not sure these days, that Richard remembers the summer of Dickie and Delia at all. 

But when Delia’s not watching Richard’s frowns, she sees Steve’s smile. She watches him light up when he opens the door to find Robin outside. She sees the way the screaming from nightmares lessens on the nights when Delia turns a blind eye to Robin fumbling her way into Steve’s bedroom. She hears Steve and Robin’s laughter echoing through the hallway. 

Delia thinks, this is love. 

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

Hi, I'd like to request Michael Monroe nsfw hcs <3

^prettyyy

-i think he’d be pretty experienced and know what to do so if it was your first time he’d be super calm and careful with you

-he’s a very passionate person in general so obviously that carries over to intimacy for sure

-very sweet and loving even when he gets rough

-also he’d be talkative, in the best way cuz he’d be constantly complimenting and like praising you

-definitely romantic, he puts a lot of thought into the lovemaking between the two of you

-like i’m talking rose petals and champagne pretty much every night or sum over the top shit like that

-and for special occasions he’d be even more excited and focused on making everything about you

-i could imagine him tying you up but probably only if you asked (if you did he’d be super excited and into it)

-he would be rough especially when he gets close, but as soon as you’ve both finished he’s very caring

-gives you a massage ft. lots of kisses afterwards 🥰

[hitchell-mope]

Middle names

Michael Edward Wheeler. After Ted.

Jane Theresa Joyce Hopper. She got to choose her middle names. When Joyce found out she got Eggo’s for every meal for a month. She’s still not sick of them.

Lucas Davis Sinclair. His father is a fan of Sammy Davis Senior.

Maxine Geraldine Mayfield. After her biological father Gerald

Dustin Carl Robert Henderson. Claudia’s a fan of the Reiner’s

Suzanne Mary Bingham. After Jesus’s mother. Not Magdalene.

William Vincent Byers. Lonnie chose Jonathan’s middle name. So Joyce insisted on choosing Will’s middle name. And Joyce likes Starry Night

Jonathan Lawrence Byers. After Lonnie.

Nancy Karen Wheeler. After Karen. The Wheeler parents are really imaginative aren’t they(?)

Joycelyn Edna Byers. After her mother.

James Montague Hopper. Rome and Juliet was his mother’s favourite play.

Argyle. He’ll never tell. BUT. He has told Jonathan that “Argyle” is a nickname made up out of his initials.

Steven John Paul George Ringo Harrington. His mother is a MASSIVE Beatles fan.

Robin Marilyn Buckley. Her mother is a fan of Marilyn Monroe.

[trickstersaint]

I saw on one of your quizzes it said to bug you here if we wanted to talk about saints. I'm not catholic (raised a different christian denomination->ive since escaped it thank fuck) and just by seeing some saint options to pick from on the quiz it raised questions abt the neighboring religion. Is Eve not a saint in catholic churches??? Like Adam and Eve??? Idk I always figured theyd be saints but I didnt see them listed and now I'm curious because I dont think ive ever seen them listed as saints anywhere at all really. Just stuff like mother Mary and angels like Michael and Gabriel/ ppl like Joan of arc etc.

Ps. also listing Marilyn Monroe and Ophelia as ppl you personally consider saints is absolutely girlboss of you and I mean that in the best way possible💜💜plz elaborate bc I am so ready to hear you out and I just know you have a good ass rant abt it I'm so curious lol

it does say to do that i love when people want to talk about saints... one of my favorite topics even...

anyway eve is NOT a saint. unfortunately in biblical terms her and adam kind of crucially fucked things up for everyone and sainthood really specifically has to go to a certain kind of person who is devout and significant and (only for modern canonization i think?) has to complete a certain number of miracles in order to be considered for canonization. eve and adam are definitely significant biblical figures but they are really just not eligible for sainthood by virtue of Not having been good believers in god. see also: trickstersaint poem "in which you are seven years old and trying to dislodge the chunk of apple in your throat".

imagining adam and eve as saints though... saints of falling for trickery... saints of caving to temptation... i think i have to sit down

ok so here's the thing. when i think of saints they are like. well. haters (other christian denominations) will say "false idols" but they are like stuffed animals within religion to me. supplementary figures. this is all irrelevant to the ophelia and marilyn monroe conversation in which the point is that they are figures that are mythical either by virtue of their origins or by the way that their stories have been mythologized and they have been adopted by people in a way that is more about the person who adopts them than about the figure themself. HOWEVER it is critical that they still maintain the thought of like. i Know this person. even as they are dehumanized. so. parasocial relationships on a societal level. which is why i included princess diana on that question as well because it's about the sheer level of fame and the way in which people adopt these figures as personal icons and idolize them especially in death. gerard way gets to be this to me because i am insane about them in a very specific way and i Do hold them in my heart for support and strength in the way that i hold saint sebastian or the virgin mary. see also: trickstersaint poem "ophelia".

[kala-mies]

Whenever I imagine Kian the only person that appears in my mind is Michael Monroe and to me this is just who Kian is. If there ever is a Bitb show they have to get a lookalike (or just have 61 Monroe play a 30 year old)

[noxx-33i]

YOU SEE IT YOU SEE THE VISION WHITE GIRL MUSIC TASTE SHURI but also idk why but I see him liking 100 Gecs (I forgor how to spell it) too and specifically Stupid Horse and Money Machine (I'm going insane I keep for getting the 100 Gecs song names)

Omg wait ure so right with girlhood Vine actually. Maybe this is just cause she's pink but like. Soft pink coded songs. Romance songs? Maybe? Like uh Would You Be So Kind, If I Could Ride a Bike, etc. Two Birds maybe? Those kinda songs ykyk??? I think she'd like Melanie Martinez but mostly the more,,, idk how to describe it but the less intense stuff??? If that makes sense?? Something like Carousel, Sippy Cup, Training Wheels. AM I MAKING SENSE IDKIDK

— @spiderwebd (I'm biting at the cage also if ure eepy why u awake silly)

UR RIGJT ON VINE BTW. I was trying to say she would love these types of songs for melanie BUT LIKE I COULDNT FIND THE RIGHT WORDS

Also i had a thought of broker being into rap songs (its kinda funny and now i run with it)

Who else did i miss… scythe? I honestly think shed be into old 70s-90s songs… she just gives me those vibes. But then again shes a serial killer—

Banhammer is obviously into rock,,, i wouldnt know what specific genre but he likes crunchy guitars in songs what if he likes marylin monroe n michael jackson bc of his momma tjo (im projecting)

Biograft. 🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🤬🤬🤬🤬🙅‍♂️🤬🙅‍♂️/j

bro would download cruelty free music and play it on repeat thats what i imagine (dude doesnt listen to them its just what it does)

[byneddiedingo]

Jack Lemmon and Marilyn Monroe in Some Like It Hot (Billy Wilder, 1959)

Cast: Marilyn Monroe, Tony Curtis, Jack Lemmon, Joe E. Brown, George Raft, Pat O'Brien, Nehemiah Persoff, Joan Shawlee. Screenplay: Billy Wilder, I.A.L. Diamond, suggested by a story by Robert Thoeren and Michael Logan. Cinematography: Charles Lang. Art direction: Ted Haworth. Film editing: Arthur P. Schmidt. Music: Adolph Deutsch.

Some Like It Hot is a hilarious farce and one of the sweetest natured of Billy Wilder's usually acerbic comedies, thanks to skillful performances by Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis and Marilyn Monroe's breath-taking luminosity. And it would be easy enough to leave it at that. But after all we've learned about sexual orientation and identity, after many feminist critiques of Hollywood's depiction of women, and after many explorations of Monroe's tragic history, it's a little naive to do so. Plumb beneath the surface of what seems to be blithe entertainment and you'll find disturbance in the depths. Take the celebrated ending of the film, for example. Sugar (Monroe) gets Jerry (Curtis), but at what price? As he warns her, he's exactly the kind of guy she knows is bad for her. And Osgood's (Joe E. Brown) shrugging off the fact that Daphne (Lemmon) is a man is one of the funniest moments on film, but in fact, the two men have the kind of chemistry together (as in the tango scene) that works, whereas Curtis and Monroe have no real chemistry. Is the film making a case, well in advance of its time, for same-sex attraction? Probably not Wilder's conscious intention, but what does that matter? As for the difficulties of working with Monroe that Wilder and her co-stars later complained about -- though Curtis eventually retracted the much-quoted statement that kissing her was "like kissing Hitler" -- this remains perhaps her best film and best performance. Imagine the movie with Mitzi Gaynor (originally considered for the part and on standby in case Monroe bailed on it) and you have nothing like the one we now know. In lesser hands than Wilder's the clichés (men in drag on run from gangsters) would have resulted in a second-rate comedy. The real marvel is that Wilder produced something enduring out of clichéd material. Curtis and Lemmon are great, even though their roles are the traditional comic teaming of a bully (Curtis) and a patsy (Lemmon), the formula already worked over by Laurel and Hardy, Abbott and Costello, Bing Crosby and Bob Hope, and Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis. Sometimes what you have to do is take the formula and transcend it.

[thesmokingguns]

Hii, could you make some Sami Yaffa, Michael Monroe, Andy McCoy imagines?

As much as I love Hanoi I am not taking requests right now and I don't right for these characters.

[cinematoast]

Mr. Lonely (2007)

*spoilers abound

what a bizarro little world to dive into, what heartbreak and delight and confusion to encounter in two parallel stories: one of a Michael Jackson impersonator and the dysfunctional commune of impersonators he lives with for a spell and the tender unrealized relationship that develops between Michael and the Marilyn Monroe impersonator who introduces him to this commune, and also, without any explicit connection to Michael's life at the commune, a sisterhood of blue-garbed nuns who discover their ability to jump from airplanes and fly safely through the air with only the grace of God to keep them from the ground.

the narrative of Mr. Lonely caught me off guard with it's implicit sadness on its sleeve, yet many jaunts into rambling silliness and pure beautiful image. in the slow motion opening sequence, Michael (in full costume, as he mostly appears throughout the film) rides a pocket bike on a track with a stuffed Bubbles monkey bobbing alongside him on a stick. he appears next on a Paris street, performing Michael Jackson's signature moves behind a plastic tip bucket. passersby pause, there's a cut in the footage, but they remain in frame, noncommittal but lingering, unimpressed yet intrigued by Michael's display.

at a senior center where he's been hired to perform, Michael--we only ever know him as Michael--delivers a disjointed sermon of joy and return to childhood to a room full of the most decrepit elderly people ever cast. in this scene, Michael meets Marilyn for the first time, and for what seems to be the first time in a long time, maybe the first time ever, breaks his wall of loneliness.

they get a drink--red wine, he doesn't drink coffee. and she invites him back to her home beyond the city, an idealistic haven full of people just like them, where they can build a perfect world together, where they keep (ill fated) sheep and where they will perform, as a cast entirely of impersonators on a homemade stage, "the greatest show on earth".

with some urging, Michael, who has nothing and nobody keeping him in Paris, capitulates and joins Marilyn on her journey home to her husband, an abusive, sadistic Charlie Chaplin, and daughter, Shirley Temple, and their home in a castle on a lake.

we visit the nuns, led by Werner Herzog as a rambling priest, as they broad a tiny plane to drop deliveries of food to an isolated community. as the nuns begin their bombardment, one sister falls from the airplane. long terror in the blue, and then the ground rushes up. the footage cuts. the blue-garbed sister sits up in the tall grass and rides, stumbling, disoriented but unharmed. God is good.

in the closing arcs of the film, I felt the most tenderness and sadness about the fate of the characters, which in such an unaligned way feels like a commentary on the human condition.

after their show flops, the commune members leave their handmade playhouse, humming together in a night scene march mostly by bobbing flashlights. as they return to the castle, the flashlight beams expose the consequences of the night: Marilyn, hanging in a tree, dead by her own hand.

back in his Paris apartment after leaving the commune, Michael paints the faces of his former comrades on eggs. in a dreamlike sequence, these egg faces turn into the live faces of their impersonator counterparts and begin to sing. the camera revisits each face before landing finally on Marilyn. the song ends. she and Michael exchange final words--she isn't saddened by her own passing, she just had to move on. and for Michael, this non answer seems enough like closure.

in the real world, when someone departs from you, their life, this existence in such a way, you often visit them in your sleeping or waking dreams. you often imagine the explanation they would have for you, and sometimes you make them--this idealized version of your loved one--give it to you. this visitation by Michael is ridiculous--visions of singing egg faces, who'd think up that, it's insane--but it feels like the real life ridiculousness and messiness of only getting to say goodbye to someone after they've left you for good. and yes, I cried.

let's return to the nuns, who at this point have all taken to the sky to test their devotion. they fall through the brilliant flat blue, four of them joining hands in a shape evocative of a cross.

once again on the ground, the priest/pilot announces that they will fly to Rome to meet the pope and tell the world of this miracle. but in the closing sequence of the movie, we open onto a foreign beach at dusk, where the lifeless bodies of the nuns tumble in the surf while remnants of their plane burn on shore.

life is utterly nonsensical, meaningless, populated by silly adults who are sometimes kind but often petty and cruel and even more often no more mature than children. life is full of painterly moments of beauty. life evades our attempts to give it a meaning, just as we in turn evade the crush of self actualization.

[pamicakery]

₊✩‧₊˚౨SPIRITUAL BURNOUT ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

It happens. For me.. A burnout is when your ego (3d self) and your inner self are conflicting.

It's when something you lost interest on something you usually love. When you have something in mind but your hand goes like '' No I don't want to work today ''.

It's really frustrating, it makes me crying, being angry and I can't express those feeling in my home because I'm in an abusive home so.. I have to suppressing my feelings. (:sad:)

Ugh.. That's why we shouldn't identify with our outer self. We feel lost, frustrated, envious, jealous, scared etc. We don't listen to ourselves. For making this post, I was searching for the meaning of a spiritual burnout and I found nothing that resonate with me.

So I asked myself..

What is a spiritual burnout?

I wanted to manifest many things, my body, my dream appartement, my job etc.

I failed. I gave myself 2 years to manifest it. 2 years. I repeat 2 YEARS. I spent my years looking through Tumblr, asking question, looking at my circonstances and doing nothing but whining every two days.

The only time I felt good about myself was when I was focusing on my well being. Not about what I wanted to manifest. Just my well being.

Having my desires.. My material desires won't make me happy. What I mean by that is.. The material desire will be a material version of my inner state.

Let me explain :

My inner self feel beauty so in my outside people will compliment me and I will have my desired body.

Because my desired body it's a reflection of my inner well being.

I thought it was the other way around. I used to wanting to manifest a model agent casting me out of nowhere and give me a huge modeling contract.

I was thinking of someone outside of me, saving me while feeling ugly and unwanted.

That's why some celebrities died in a sad way. Stars like Marilyn Monroe or Michael Jackson died alone despite the fame, the success or the beauty.

Marilyn Monroe wanted to be a mother, having someone who truly loved her.

Michael Jackson wanted to have a normal life, a happy life with his kids and live in a world of peace.

You can have money, beauty, lots of cars, people who praise you for your beauty, voice etc.. But none of that will fulfill your Inner self.

It feels good to be sad, crying and listening to sad music. Your inner self must be expressed. Let it go, cry and cry as much as you want.

What I do is that I tell myself '' I will focus on stuff that make me feel good ''. You have a burnout? Relax because to go on the rail again you will have to take care of your inner self.

If you want to visualise yourself looking at a city at night do it.

You need to make a difference between what you want and what you need.

Your Sp is just a personnification of being loved.

Your body is just a personnification of feeling healthy or beautiful.

Your bank account is just a personnification of feeling abundant.

That's why in our mind, when close our eyes it's pitch black. We have nothing. But not in a sense that we have lack, we have such a treasure inside our feeling and our imagination.

Feeling is what keep us alive. When we have a burnout, it's because it's time for us to focus on our inner self. We need to feel free, abundant, secure, loved.

Burnout is inner signal. That's the proof that everything comes from inside because when we have a burnout, we feel sad in the inside and it comes outside. The inner self must be expressed. The inner self is '' blocking '' everything with the 3d world that's why you can't do what you want and used to love.

Because it's time for you to stop identifying with the outer self who can't but with the inner self who can.