#ray toro is god(real)

[crimsonconstl]

Celebrating the tickets I won’t be buying for the tour *sobs

Also this other version cuz I just like giving extras to y’all

[bulletproof-future]

if you

could

be

a n y t h i n g

what

would

you

be?

[silly62]

I love my Pinterest sm<3

[pierce-mustdie]

no one understands how much i love this picture

[emo-protagonist]

if ray toro cuts his hair like people are saying guys i will actually kill myself

[starz-mustdie]

life update (im bored)

ughh i really want to get myself together as a person, i want to be more routine and cleanly. im trying. anyways yeah.

[loveminus-zero]

MCR5!!!!!

[r-u-b-y-18]

I LOVE MY MUTUALS

RAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

[poolboyatthevampiremansionx]

Sick at the moment but drawing Ray has erased all my illnesses.

[wearenemies]

dashboard simulator

mutual 1: *poor quality image of pete wentz* does anybody know where i can buy a crowbar. for sexual purposes

mutual 2: my mikey way tulpa is coming along well

mutual 3: its so over after this mcr is breaking up forever theres no hope for us didnt you see the messaging in their staging. god. fuck its over

mutual 1: *image of patrick stump’s bulge*

mutual 4: im killing myself tomorrow

mutual 5: both of these blog posts may seem innocuous at first, but in fact when considered in relation to one another we can observe several similar phrases, and a pattern emerges in the pacing of his prose that proves without a doubt that he’s having an extramarital affair with his singer. first, the recurrence of the phra

mutual 1: i need to get a man pregnant

mutual 4: *joe trohman image* killing myself cancelled hello gorgeous ��😍😍😍😍

mutual 6: mcr is releasing new music next week i know this deep in my soul the messaging in their staging is unmissable guys we have never been so fucking back in our lives

mutual 1: *image of patrick stump’s bulge*

mutual 3: *image of two members of my chemical romance publicly beating the snot out of one another* do you remember how we used to run

mutual 1: *image of patrick stump’s bulge*

mutual 7: frank iero is like a delicious steak to me i need to rip him apart like a feral dog

mutual 8: *the most stunning lovingly rendered drawing you’ve ever seen in your life of two middle aged musicians making out nasty style* just a quick doodle :)

mutual 4: my fucking bus was late killing myself is officially back on

mutual 5: *web weave consisting of sections of beautiful niche literature, medieval biblical illustrations, 17th century oil paintings, james baldwin quotations and peterick interviews*

mutual 1: *image of patrick stump’s bulge*

mutual 7: do you guys think i could cite unholyverse in my applied religious literature thesis i cant ask my professor because she blocked my email but idk i think it counts as a good modern text

mutual 2: guys i think my mikey way tulpa might be starting to crave blood

mutual 6: *ray toro image* im experiencing divine ecstasy i need her to [DATA EXPUNGED]

mutual 9: i cant listen to fall out boy anymore guys i had a nightmare where andy was chasing me in the dark forest it seemed really real

mutual 10 (unattached to bandom): out of the beatles john would for sure have the biggest boobs

mutual 1: what if it was called when we were freaky fest

[hearts4golbach]

Until You Graduate.

Pairing:

Teacher!Ray Toro x Student!Reader.

A/n:

this one SHOULDVE been titled 'oh my god here fucking take it damn ashlee'

proofread

Warnings:

pet names (sweetheart, honey, good girl, pretty girl, baby,) unrealistic sex, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, slapping (ass AND face), size kink, face fucking, cream pie, rough sex, no protection (wrap it before you tap it...)

Word count:

2.0k

The last period of the day. Music theory. College music theory was no joke, especially as a senior in college. You had been taking it all four years, what more could there be to learn? Although, throughout the past 4 years, you had gotten to know the teacher very well. His name was Mr. Toro, well, Ray Toro. You weren't quite sure how to describe your relationship with him. Of course, he looked at you as a student and you viewed him as a teacher. There was always something there though, a little tinge in your stomach when his eyes met yours and the soft blush on his face when you complimented the color of his tie. It made you want to rip his shirt off and-

"Good afternoon, Ms. L/n," he greeted cheerfully, waiting at the door to greet his students as he usually did.

He startled you out of your thoughts. You looked up from the floor and shot him a half smile. "Afternoon, Mr. Toro."

"Today is just a study hall day, catch up on your missing work in *this* class," he emphasized. He raised an eyebrow at you.

Okay, maybe you were failing his class. It's not like you didn't understand the material, but the homework wasn't for the weak. "I-," You began to protest or attempt to defend yourself but knew it would be pointless, "okay."

Another student approached, and he greeted them with a smile. Mr. Toro lowered his voice. "Why don't you come see me after class? We can talk about this later."

You nodded and made your way to your seat. Once the bell rang, he greeted the whole class before explaining that it was a catch-up day. Of course, you did your best to catch up. 3 agonizing assignments later (after spending half of the time daydreaming) the final bell of the day rang. It was Friday, and you were desperate to get back to your dorm, but you had your meeting with Mr. Toro.

Once everyone had left, Mr. Toro called to you. "Y/n, why don't you pull up a chair?"

You nodded, dragging a chair over to the front of his desk. He closed his laptop and locked his fingers together, leaning towards you. "Great job getting some assignments done," he praised. "Now, why have you been slacking off in my class?"

You sighed, resting your head in your hand. Your eyes scanned his curl-framed face for any sign of anger, but there proved to be none. "There's just been a lot on my plate, especially with midterms coming up I-"

You began to ramble before he cut you off. "I've heard that so many times, give me a real answer."

You swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in your throat. You couldn't form words or any other excuse, you just haven't been doing the work.

He tsked under his breath, standing up and walking around the desk. "You're one of my best students, Y/n. It's disappointing to see you slack off."

"I'll do anything I can to make it up, Mr. Toro," you couldn't hide the suggestiveness of your tone. He was far from phased.

He hummed, "I'm sure you would." He stood behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "Do you think I don't see you staring at me during class?" His hands slid down slowly, moving to the first button on your blouse. "I may be younger than your other teachers, but I'm not naive."

"I know, Mr. Toro." You chewed your bottom lip, excitement bubbling in your stomach followed by heat pooling in your panties.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "If you want me to stop, tell me, okay?"

"No, no." You replied immediately. "Please, don't stop."

He smirked, placing a kiss on your cheek. "Good girl," he unbuttoned the first one, making his way to the second. "But you haven't been very good— zoning out in class, not doing what you're told, wearing those tiny fucking skirts that drive me crazy.."

You clenched your thighs together as he undid the next button. "I'll start being good, Mr. Toro. I promise.."

"Promising doesn't cut it. Someone needs to teach you a lesson, and I'm glad to be that someone. Get up." After he undid the third button, he moved his hands away from you. You did as he told, quickly standing up and turning to face him. He rested his hand on the nape of your neck. "The word is papers, okay?"

You nodded eagerly. He smirked and crossed his arms. "Please, Mr. Toro-" You weren't exactly sure what you were begging for.

"Turn around and bend over."

You bent over his desk, resting your cheek on a stack of papers. He groaned at the sight of you. He hiked your skirt up and pulled your panties down with one swift motion. His hand moved to where you needed him the most, running his calloused fingers through your wet folds.

"God, you're already so wet for me," he placed a hard slap on your ass, making you yelp. "Have you thought about this a lot?" He questioned, rubbing the red mark on your flesh. You nodded. "Words, honey."

"Y-yeah, all the time," your voice was breathy as you anticipated his next move.

"Tell me about it," He placed another slap on the opposite side, making you whine.

"I've thought about your hands all over me, especially-" another hard whack came down on your ass, "fuck.. especially late at night. I've thought about sucking your- ah!" Another hit on your sore skin. "S-sucking your dick under the table while you're trying to teach class..."

He cut you off by shoving two fingers deep inside of you. A loud moan slipped from your lips. You whined at the loss of contact whenever he immediately retracted his fingers. One hand gripped your hip while the other continued to smack your ass.

"I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He hummed. "What else?"

"I've thought about you deep inside of me, fucking me so-" you whined as he slowly circled your clit before another loud smack rang through the room. "so hard I can't walk the next day.."

He let out a low chuckle. "You're so good for me," he rubbed the bright red handprint gently, "takin' it like a champ, sweetheart." He gripped your forearms and pulled you flush against him. You felt his clothed cock pressing into you, begging for release. His hands slid down to your waist, then your hips as he kissed your neck. "Get on your knees."

You whirled around and dropped to the floor. Your panties were tangled around your ankles and your skirt had fallen back into place as you reached up to unbuckle his belt. Before you could, his hand met your cheek. "Who's in charge here? You *always* ask for my permission."

"Can I, Mr. Toro?"

"Can you what?" He emphasized, rubbing your cheek before slapping you again.

"Can I please suck your dick?" You looked at him through your eyelashes.

"Go ahead, pretty girl," he let you pull down his dress pants and boxers, allowing his thick cock to spring free. His grip on your hair grew tighter as he guided you towards his aching cock.

He was bigger than you had imagined. You weren't sure if you could take it. Nonetheless, you took his throbbing tip into your mouth and began to suck as if your life depended on it. He pushed your head down, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You gagged, tears stinging your eyes as you held eye contact with him.

"You look so pretty like this," He grunted, "choking on my cock."

You hummed in response as he began to thrust into your mouth. He gripped your hair at the scalp, keeping your head in place as he began to fuck your mouth. You ran your tongue along the veins, closing your eyes as tears began to fall. Your mascara smeared, creating an even better sight for Ray. He placed another slap on your cheek, making you wince as the ache between your legs grew stronger.

"Shit," he mumbled, tossing his head back as he rocked his hips faster. The lewd, wet noises of you choking on his cock filled the room along with his moans and groans of pleasure. "Okay, okay," he pulled you off of him, a string of saliva connecting you to his dick. "That's enough."

You whined, wanting— no, needing him to finish in your mouth.

"Go sit on the desk." His curly hair was disheveled and sweat began to bead on his forehead. God, he looked sexy.

You followed orders, sitting on the desk. He stood between your legs, gripping your thighs tight. He pressed his tip against your tight hole, looking up at you for confirmation. You nodded eagerly, needing him inside of you. He wrapped his hand around the base and began to push into you. You squeezed around him, barely accommodating to his size.

You let out a cry, a mix of pain and pleasure washing over you as you propped yourself up on your elbows. He pushed deeper inside of you, making you scream and he wasn't even halfway in. "M-Mr. Toro, I-I can't.."

He shushed you, digging his fingers into your hips. You were sure there'd be bruises in the morning. "Come on, I know you can. Be my good girl, yeah?"

You whimpered, nodding. He shoved his thumb into your mouth, muffling the scream that threatened to fall from your lips as he bottomed out inside of you. You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on how fucking good he felt inside of you.

"Fuck, baby. Look at *that*," he groaned.

You could *see* how deep he was inside of you, his tip bulging through your stomach. "Fucking shit," you cursed, which was only mumbling to him as the pad of his thumb pressed against your tongue.

He began to move, hitting your G-spot with every thrust. Lewd moans and squelching filled the room as you slowly adjusted to his size. Pleasure overruled the pain, making your eyes roll back as he kept his thumb in your mouth.

"You're so tight, god damn," he rested his head in the crook of your neck, biting the flesh softly before pulling away.

All you could do was nod as he quickened his pace. He laid another slap on your cheek before kissing it to get rid of the pain. He moved down to your neck, sucking and biting in an attempt to mark you up— claim you as his. He licked over the bite marks to soothe the pain.

His hand met your cheek once more. "You're perfect, fuck. 'Don't think i'll ever get enough of this pussy," he rubbed fast circled on your clit. His thrusts were punishing, his cock drilling into you. "Gonna fuck you dumb, sweetheart."

He wasn't lying. You couldn't form coherent sentences, overstimulated from his deep he was and how good he made you feel. "Yesyesyes-" You mumbled between cries and moans.

"You want me to fill you up, baby?" He groaned, his breathing ragged. His gaze met yours as you finally opened your eyes.

You felt a knot begin to form in your stomach. "Yes- yes, please, Mr. Toro."

He gripped the back of your head, bringing you forward to press a kiss to your forehead. "So, so perfect." He mumbled. His thrusts were sporadic as he began to reach his climax.

"'Gonna cum-" you whimpered, a loud moan following as he lifted your hips.

"That's it, cum on my cock. God, you're such a good girl," he praised as you came undone on his dick.

He fucked you through your high, not slowing down until he scooted his thick seed inside of you. He slowly rocked his hips, pumping you full until you were a limp, sweaty mess.

He pulled out, watching in awe as his seed dripped out of you. He peppered your face in kisses as you began to regain some strength, He wrapped his muscular arms around your back, pulling you closer to him.

"Fuck, I can't wait until you graduate."

[pissditching]

mikey was so real for staying with the danger days look and aesthetic until the literal breakup of the band. when mcr broke up the members were gerard way, ray toro, frank iero, and kobra kid god speed 🫡

[z0mbiefrank]

my god.. ray is gonna be there.... the real life walkin talkin toro......

[torosdottir]

i witnessed the kind of tiktok misinformation you barely even believe really happens irl today btw. i was on break with a work friend who - and excuse me i dont know a way to say this that isnt mean and horrible - i do not think is smart. and she was scrolling tiktok and showing me endless videos of companies trying to sell her random crap. so i was scrolling tumblr and showing her endless photos of gerard way and ray toro. standard interaction. and then she shows me some video that is more or less just text on-screen with some random old war illustration and a voice reading out the text. saying king charles has declared that we are going to world war three and everyone in britain will be expected to fight for their country. and i was like "i don't get it. whats the punchline? or are they trying to make people think thats real?" and she said "well you know.. they have been talking about this happening" i felt like i was losing my mind she just saw this random thing on her phone and believed it. and then she kept scrolling. didnt stop to look it up. didnt stop to dwell on "oh my god, we're going to war? with who? why?" but also absolutely did NOT dismiss it. such that i feel strongly that if someone else were to say to her tomorrow, "hey [REDACTED], what do you think about this world war three thing?" she wouldve nodded knowingly and said "yeah i read about that"

[monsterblogging]

So I rewatched Pacific Rim: The Black to refresh myself on how bad it was, and once again I am just kind of in awe at how god-awful it is.

The Black very literally takes the magic out of Pacific Rim. You know how "drift hangover" refers to a persistent psychic connection between pilot and jaeger? Welp, here "drift hangover" is used to refer to a headache after drifting. Ghost drifting (you know, when pilots get psychic with each other) is turned into ghost piloting, which is when a pilot drifts with the memory of another pilot. Like, it's understandable if most people don't clock the mysticism and animism underpinning Guillermo del Toro's vision of Pacific Rim, but this is a very deliberate effort to erase where humans can just have funky psychic shit happen to them sometimes.

The Black doesn't really seem to understand how drifting works. Two characters have a heated argument without falling out of alignment. Another character functionally has a mind-reading ray. There's no real comprehension of what drift compatibility is and how it works.

The child soldiers are younger than ever. Taylor looks like he was maybe twelve at most when he was taking his pilot's test. Like. Actual twelve year olds are getting certified as jaeger pilots in this world. And this is framed as a good and desirable thing. Literally what the fuck.

The Black calls Horizon Brave "Horizon Bravo," and claims it's a Mark IV jaeger. If you have literally any access to any information about Horizon Brave at all, you know it's a Mark I jaeger.

The jaeger piloted by the children (Atlas Destroyer) is claimed to be a Mark III jaeger, yet uses the type of fuel cells introduced in Uprising. Like it was a whole fucking plot point that Lady Danger was a nuclear jaeger. Literally all they would've had to do was make Atlas Destroyer a Mark VI. It would have been fine.

Atlas Destroyer has a bunch of features Mark IIIs definitely didn't have. Remember how Raleigh and Yancy needed a crew to help them into their drivesuits? Atlas Destroyer just automatically tosses 'em on itself. Remember how Lady Danger's AI mostly just gave status updates? Atlas Destroyer's AI holds entire conversations. Again, you could've just made it a Mark VI, show.

And speaking of Atlas Destroyer's AI, for some goddamn reason the PPDC gave her an emotion chip. Because it's not hard enough to be a pilot already, now your jaeger gets to have anxiety.

The Black claims that Trespasser "smashed the Australian wall in the first attack." This is wrong on every conceivable level. Trespasser attacked San Francisco in the first attack, in 2013. The first kaiju to attack Sydney was Scissure, in 2014. The kaiju what smashed the wall was Mutavore, in 2025.

There is one queer-coded character. He is murdered in gory fashion.

There is one Indigenous-coded character who studies kaiju and their biology. He is depicted being into New Agey woo and wrongly believing that the kaiju he raised can love him. He dies when one of his kaiju eats him.

A major antagonist is depicted as a ruthless man who will kidnap, mindwipe, exploit, and even murder children. Then the show attempts to give him a redemption arc and we're supposed to actually care.

The PPDC refused to let the children's father retrieve them and the other survivors left behind in "the Black." (Read: Australia after the PPDC literally bombed it from space after a bunch of breaches started opening all over it.) Yeah, the PPDC can bomb an entire continent from space, but they can't spare a goddamn rescue helicopter.

Despite all of this and the aforementioned child soldiers, the PPDC is framed as the good guys and the only respite from the horrors of the Black; getting to the Sydney shatterdome is an unambiguously happy ending.

Early on we're lead to think that the PPDC might be getting its hands dirty with kaiju genetic experiments/bioweapon development. Later on we learn that it's the local kaiju cultists doing it. Now come on, which suspect actually makes sense here; the PPDC who can afford to build a killsat, or the kaiju cultists who apparently can't even afford a sterile room to perform a blood transfusion in?

The kaiju cultists are pretty obviously inspired by far right conspiracy theories about evil cults, rather than the actual behaviors of actual cults.

The kaiju sisters recruit by kidnapping women, turning them into kaiju hybrids, and forcing them into their hivemind. For some reason they kill all men. Despite this they are really obsessed with the idea that the half-kaiju smol, who for all appearances is a boy, is going to be their kaiju messiah. It really doesn't make sense, but then again, what can we expect from a slapdash job of far right conspiracy theories?

By the way, this is the PPDC banner literally hanging from the PPDC training center, in the show that is very firm in insisting that THE PPDC IS THE GOOD GUYS WHO PROTECT YOU:

[bed-wed-behead-your-fave]

ray toro (he's literally god) from my chemical romance from real life