#poser

[ostdrossel]

Mourning Doves seem infatuated with the camera and love to pose. This one spent a lot of time just sitting right in front of it today, and when I watched, it relaxed me a lot. Come grab a chair and unwind with a MoDo.

(The music is a copyright-free clip called "Fantastic and smooth relaxed jazz ballad".)

[justmuscle4u]

Manuel Melia 🇦🇷

[dustoffstartagain]

Nick Walker Aug 24

Nick Walker Aug 24

[n1kkisixxspersonalchewtoy]

RIP David Johansen. You will be missed by lots of us New York dolls fans… your influence will always remain one of the biggest influences in the glam rock industry. Also you were so pretty

RIP The New York Dolls.

:(

@rentherainbringer @lonelyfuckingcat @cruesuffix @southerntigress @crueca1ne

@diamondtr4shangel

[str4wberrysp1derz]

just so you know youre not cool for calling people posers just for being new to a subculture, youre just disrespectful and weird <3

[sleeperagentnumber1]

Some of you guys rlly liked Emo Pim, so I made more :)

You guys should def give me suggestions on what outfits to give him and what not 😼😋

[carlaloveslfc]

[seeseagulls]

[muscleworshipmx]

Eduardo Juárez

[shojizbae]

Just take yourself back to 2006

Tom Kaulitz x Reader

It's the later days of MySpace and the early days of YouTube, and Tokio Hotel is starting to take off. Fan girls are really beginning to amass, and the world getting very familiar with Tokio Hotel. One young German girl had since seen the band and their aesthetics and decided to change her appearance almost entirely. One walk down to the convenience store later, she locked herself in the bathroom for the night. She pulled an all-nighter, and when she emerged from her bedroom the following day, her mother jumped at the sight.

Gone was the good little Jewish girl she had raised. Drugstore eyeliner was coating your waterline. Different locks of your hair were bleached or had been dyed neon pink. Your once sensible collared shirts and khaki pants had been exchanged for a pair of low-rise bootcut jeans you accidentally bought when out with your great aunt. A lack of cool bras was exchanged for a leopard print bikini layered under a white camisole, which you had tied around your waist. You had taken a sharpie to your nails, and your lips were drenched in strawberry glaze lip gloss.

"Oh, good morning, liebe!" your mom quivers behind the batter bowl. "Do you want pancakes?"

"Nein, I'm going to the mall with some friends." you look disinterestedly at your pink razor. Just then, your mom notices that you're dragging a bag of clothes behind you

"What are you doing with those?"

"I'm not going to wear them anymore, so I will sell them to one of those charity shops. Yeah, and I think I will go to the music store, so can I have 50 euros?"

"Why don't you ask your father?"

"Ugh, fine." You sling the trash bag over your shoulder, and your mother is not happy when you return with a hundred euros in your hand. God dammit, you have your dad in your back pocket, your mom remembers. You walk into town, sell your old clothes, get another hundred euros, and then take your new look for a spin. The bus ticket only eats up two of your euros, and when you get to the mall, you instantly grab the attention of some emos.

They take you under their skinny wings and drag you around Hot Topic. You're dragged through Victoria's Secret, and the girls show you the most natural push-up bras in the subtlest shades of neon magenta and bedazzled turquoise. They show you the matching G-strings and outfit you with all the best.

All your brand new best friends take the bus home with you and show you all the best music. Your parents aren't home, so you drag four random kids to your apartment. Your parents were horrified when they got home. Sure, it was natural to experiment at your age, and sure, 15 was a little old to still have horse posters up in your bedroom, but this was a real change.

Posters of men in tight leather pants with piercings covered your bedroom walls. Your sensible synagogue clothes had been smushed in the back of your closet to make room for miniskirts and ripped-up band tees. Your father nearly passed out when he saw that not only was your tongue pierced but also your eyebrow on your precious face? When they asked you what spurred on this change, all they got was

“What? I’m not your little girl anymore.” Your new friend may have overstayed their welcome, playing loud, trashy metal and eating all your snacks, but it was with you when Jax, a tall, spindly emo with purple highlights, said he would teach you how to make out with someone. You were just barely getting to second base when your mom walked in with a plate of carrots and hummus and sharply kicked all the kids out.

The next few months were a living hell of wresting you out of baggy jeans so your parents wouldn’t be kicked out of Temple. For that, you would abide because you did enjoy faith and your relationship with god, but as soon as you got back to the apartment, you would smear makeup on and practice with your new shitty Yamaha.

Getting more immersed in alternatives styles and culture you started posting covers of Metallica and eventually Tokio Hotel. Your covers start gaining traction some for your musical finesse and others for your looks. Accidentally you get really famous in almost a few months. When you start making money off your live shows, your mom takes over as your manager. She didn't like her 9-5 anyway.

When your gigs start making enough money to pay the bills for your dad, he lightens up on his disdain for your art. Slowly, you begin jotting down poetry, posting short videos of you noodling on your old acoustic guitar. Slowly, you sign a one-album contract with Universal Music Germany. While you juggle school and micro-fame, you spend every weekend at their recording studio.

It's one warm May Saturday when you meet him. You're both reaching for the same bottle of Coca-Cola when you brush his hands.

"Oh, entschuldigung!' you chime and continue reaching for the glass bottle.

"Entschuldigung," his slightly deeper (although still mid-pubescent) voice echoes as he reaches for the bottle. Your hands wrap around the neck as you stand together. Twin eyes flick from the bottle to each other. You relinquish the bottle and take a step back.

"Oh, I just wanted some soda." You offer kind of weakly

"Yeah, it was getting hot in the recording booth." He replies

"Oh, you're an artist. I thought you were some spoiled singer kid." You bend over to look for a different soda in the refrigerator and find that all that's left is carbonated lemonade. You ignore the gut feeling that the boy with your soda is checking your ass out. "So, are you a soloist?" You crack off the lid and flick it into a nearby trashcan

"No," I'm the guitarist at Tokio Hotel." You choke on your drink. "You don't know who I am?"

"You're Tom Kaulitz?" Your voice cracks as you point at him. You give yourself a chance to study his face, the lip piercing, the dreads, the eyes. He looks more normal than his usual promotional photos.

"You've probably heard this before, but I'm a really big fan." His face shows a wash of emotions before he settles on a bit of a snide smile.

"Really?" He steps a little closer, turning up the charm

"So are you some rich spoiled little nepo-girl. Usually, they make pretty hot babies." with his soda at his waist, he lifts your chin to look him in the eyes. "I mean, you're pretty hot, so you must be." you lean against the wall and tilt your hips toward his.

"Nein, I'm an artist. You're not too bad looking yourself, Tom Kaulitz from Tokio Hotel." You slowly take the Coca-Cola from his hand and take a sip. He gulps at the sight of you holding eye contact as you swallow. Slightly, you hand him back the bottle and duck out of his hold. He watches in awe as you strut to your recording booth. Tom rakes a hand down his face as he watches your ass move, and his band members join him in the break room.

"Who's the babe?' Gustav slings an arm over his shoulder

"My future wife." Tom holds back from a whimper exiting his mouth

[justmuscle4u]

Ilya Lukovets - Илья Луковец 🇧🇾

[dustoffstartagain]

Nick Hitchcock poserporn

Nick Hitchcock poserporn

[n1kkisixxspersonalchewtoy]

ok so something that happened with an anon my friend encountered, and also a blog I encountered with has been really messing with me.

is it just me that feels sexism has been running rampant? Like I’m not gonna make this a trump thing because it’s been happening before so don’t blame it on trump like some people do.

I see men commenting on videos of women making fun of them for being dressed revealing, saying they wish they’d been there or being overall objectifying, or they’re objectifying and being mad about the women.

women can do what they want to with their bodies, and the way they dress does not change them as a person. A woman should be able to walk out of the house butt ass naked and not have the fear of being harassed, judged, raped, or assaulted.

It also is not right to say someone that is living breathing and passionate about what they believe in is a “poser” or has evil intentions. The amount of times I have been told that I am not really a feminist or that I’m sexist pisses me off, I already don’t like it when people assume. Because if you don’t wanna be judged or have someone assume shitty thing about you then don’t assume the same thing about the next person. And also don’t let anyone change your opinions because they’re YOUR opinions for a reason.

now to the thing with my friends anon.

wether you want to admit it or not women created rock and metal. The runaways, Aretha Franklin, sister Rosetta Thorpe, Janis Joplin, Suzi quatro, the supremes, lesley gore, the pretenders, blondie, heart, X-ray Spex, Jefferson airplane, Nico who sang songs on the first velvet underground album. And they influenced more women. Kim Gordon of sonic youth, Kathleen Hanna of bikini kill + various bands, the go-gos, Courtney love from hole, Siouxsie and the banshees, No doubt, P!nk, Lunachicks, L7, the Donna’s, babes in toyland, jack off Jill, stitched up heart, the list could go on for fucking ever.

on top of that, rock has always been feminine. Lou reed/velvet underground, the New York dolls, David Bowie, Marc bolan/T.rex, KISS, sweet, queen, cheap trick, Van Halen, Led Zeppelin, the tubes. And that’s just some.

Saying that rock/punk was created by men, and that it’s meant for angry pissed off men is very naive. Men need to realize women’s female rage is not some cutesy thing, we have a reason to be fucking pissed. Men typically don’t have more then just they hate the world, they hate the way they’re working shitty jobs, it’s typically not the way they’re treated. So men get treated shitty? Yes. Are men raped, abused, assaulted? Absolutely. Are there bad women? Of course. But if you would look historically women are the predominant ones that are raped, abused by family spouses or strangers, assaulted, molested.

Teenage girls have 40 year old men trying to look up their fucking skirts, I would know it’s happened to me. Just existing as a women comes with consequences. We still get paid less, not as much but it still happens, we’re demeaned, degraded, shit on just for existing.

women have a reason to be pissed off, we’re mad at the world because the world treats us like pieces of meat, we’re alienated so much. And to “the world isn’t fair” argument. I’ve always hated that phrase, because it **should be fair.** equality has been humanity’s biggest struggle. Men wonder why women care so much, because it doesn’t affect them. Women are told to be quiet to look a certain way, or act a certain way, or to just sit down with our legs crossed and look pretty. And be ladylike. Well guess the fuck what? You can’t tell us what to do! We don’t tell men what to do??

more men need to be told they can cry, that women aren’t out to get you, that the world doesn’t revolve around you. That you don’t *deserve* a woman’s time or energy. Women used to be revered in ancient civilizations for being the creators of life. All men do is stick their penis in, cum, and leave. Meanwhile we deal with the child bearing and child birth, and those consequences.

if you’re parasocial for someone like an actor or musician IT IS OKAY!! most of the time being parasocial is a form of passion, emotional connection, and coping. I myself am parasocial. Parasocial has been around for ages.

So put a little pink bow on your favorite rockstar and pretend you’re dating! There is literally nothing wrong as long as it isn’t hurting anybody, be proud of your passions and feelings. Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do what you want to, that you can’t listen to angry music and mitski or marina or Lana del ray (and also mitski Lana del ray and marina are in fact angry too, you know if you listen to them from a female perspective.)

if you wanna fight me about this, then my inbox is open. And if you’re gonna be anonymous to talk shit then clearly you wouldn’t say that to a women’s face, if you can’t say it non-anon on the internet. Fucking pussy.

tags: @rentherainbringer @southerntigress @weirdgenetic-fuckup @yeotozaki @jules-sixx @xstarryeyesx @emmaaxox3babyy @diamondtr4shangel @pennymissworld @losangelesdarling

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[punkerthanyouposers]

you're my favorite gimmick blog rn. if you aren't a gimmick blog you're my favorite blog rn

you think I’m a fucking joke????? A joke??? I don’t even listen to green day anymore I’m serious and cool

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I keep getting chased by the angsty teen version of Adam Driver. He keeps telling me I’m a “poser” and “not a real emo”, but also hitting on me in a very passive-aggressive way.

Please, it’s been like three days. Also, I’m not an emo at all!