#riff disliker club

[tonymarias]

POV: You’re me going through the West Side Story (2021) tag on AO3

[hellfirenacht]

Anomaly Part 4

Summary: You can talk to anyone in school with no problem. At least, anyone who’s not named Eddie Munson.

Tags: Anxious-ish!Reader but not shy, one sided pining, no use of y/n, fem!reader, one sided enemies to lovers, fem!reader

Word Count: 2.2k words

Master List

“The only reason she didn’t smack you was because she broke her arm.” Gareth said before downing the rest of his soda and crunching it on the table. 

“I didn’t do anything to warrant a smacking.” Eddie said, crossing his arms. This had gone on for the past few minutes, where the guys had been hounding him about being seen with you and an ex-cheerleader. “I was a gentleman and carried her books to the cafeteria.” 

“She looked terrified to be seen with you.” Gareth was reaching for one of Jeff’s tater tots and yelped as his hand was smacked away. 

“So what else is new? Everyone’s afraid of Eddie except us.” Grant shrugged which caused the rest of the table to laugh before Eddie shot them a look that made them all shut up. 

It was a blessing and a curse being the Freak of Hawkins High. Eddie knew that most people were afraid of him here, and that’s what he liked. Having people scared of him, or at least apprehensive of him, made it easier to keep an eye on his club. People moved out of the way when he moved through the hallways now, unlike his first four years of high school when he was pushed around. 

Maybe it was because after that first senior year, Eddie had hit another growth spurt and looked more adult than most of the students. Wayne had once made a dry joke that if he cut his hair and wore a nice shirt for once he’d be mistaken for a teacher. Eddie had taken that personally and had spent his last few dollars on a metal WASP pin that weekend. 

Eddie knew he looked dangerous to the average student, and a criminal to the average teacher. When Eddie looked in the mirror, he just saw himself. 

“Did she say why she saved your ass from being expelled?” Dustin piped in, stealing one of Gareth’s tater tots while he was still trying to take Jeff’s. 

“No, but she said she fell to distract everyone over the fact that Miles shit himself during the pep rally.” Eddie deadpanned. 

“That’s the closest you’ll ever get to talking to a cheerleader, congratulations, Eddie.” Jeff said, with a mouth full of tater tots, finding it easier to shove them all in his mouth at once rather than spend the rest of lunch fending off Gareth. 

“Ex-cheerleader.” Eddie said without thinking. He wondered if Stacy blamed him for what happened. She didn’t seem pissed at him though, then again you seemed to dislike him enough for the both of you.  

“Exactly.” 

Quickly losing interest in this whole topic, Eddie pulled out his cassette player, removed the batteries, gave them a good shake and put them back in before pushing play. The rest of the club went back to talking about other things. As for Eddie, he had been listening to the same damn song for a week to get the riff right. With the rest of the club growing sick of the song, it gave Eddie an excuse to bow out of the conversation for a moment. 

He glanced back over at the table you were at for just long enough to see you and Stacy having a heated debate about something. What was it that got you so passionate right now? 

You looked frustrated, but you usually did when he was around. 

The rest of the day passed by at a snail's pace, with the days getting longer outside now and with how close he was to the end of the school year it was hard to keep momentum up. Eddie had come into this school year swinging, determined to pass those last few classes and get the hell out of here. But like anything that wasn’t D&D or music, the longer things went the harder it became. 

Senioritis was already bad, but for a 3rd year in a row? This was getting ridiculous. 

He thought back to this past summer where he sucked it up and signed up for summer school. Two classes over two months to show that he could count to twenty without taking his shoes off and say that Hitler was the one who killed Hitler and that gave him two shiny credits under his belt so that this year he only had to worry about Science and the PE class he had been skipping since middle school.

As much as it sucked, it was quick and easy and Eddie really just wished that regular school was as easy as summer school was. At least in summer school he was with the rest of the burnouts and future flunkies. No one there gave two shits about popularity. 

The final bell rang and he made his way to the parking lot towards his van. If there was one thing that his dad did right by him, it was leaving Eddie his van. His band and this piece of junk was his ticket out of Hawkins as soon as he had that diploma. 

Eddie passed the buses, taking the long way around as it was a surprisingly warm day for early Spring. 

His mind was distracted, wandering to the next time Corroded Coffin would practice- he needed to tune his guitar first, and check to make sure the amp was going to live to see another show, call Ronnie and-

THUMP

“Watch it!” Eddie turned and snapped as someone shoulder checked him as they rushed to the bus behind them. It was reflex, the past two years he’d dealt with this bullshit less and less and he wasn’t about to let it go now.

Eddie stopped as he made eye contact with you. You were gripping your arm and staring him down, caught between a snarl and a deer in the headlights. He met your gaze unflinching, until you blinked first and looked away. 

“Sorry.” you said before running onto the nearest bus. 

Shit. You probably hadn’t meant to actually shoulder check him. You had apologized, albeit reluctantly. If there was one thing he could give you credit for, you never went out of your way to be outright cruel to him. You just... didn’t like him. He could live with that for the next few months. 

Still, the sight of you running onto the bus stirred up the memory of the first time he remembered seeing you this past summer. You were always the first person on the bus in summer school. Guess that hadn’t changed. 

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As long as you kept your headphones on and had a window seat, the bus wasn’t the worst thing in the world. You missed the freedom of being able to drive to and from school, stopping at gas stations for snacks or going to downtown Hawkins just to loiter around the shops. 

The first day on the bus was as peaceful as one could hope. Your personal mixtape was buzzing in your ear, you stared out the window as your peers were dropped off groups at a time at different stops. Some had parents waiting for them, some didn’t. You knew yours wouldn’t be. As soon as you hit freshman year, they swapped to the night shift deeming you old enough to take care of your own dinner, on your second round of summer school you saw them even less. 

Eddie was also held back, that wasn’t exactly a secret in the school and he could hardly pass as a pimple ridden teen anyway. That was also one of the reasons you seemed to gravitate to him. But while everyone knew about Eddie’s schooling history, having come to Hawkins late in your high school career, it allowed you a bit of extra discretion. Stacy was the only one who knew this was your second round of senior year. 

Your arm throbbed under your cast on the way home today, your face burning from embarrassment that you had almost had a nice conversation with Eddie earlier, but now he thought you shoulder checked him. You thunked your forehead against the window with a sigh. 

Eddie didn’t talk to you until the following Wednesday when the two of you were cornered by your teacher after the bell rang. You could see the look in Ms. Benson’s eyes what she wanted to talk about, but why was Eddie involved?

Ms. Benson handed Eddie his last paper, a C- scribbled at the top. Passing, but barely. Salt in the wound to you, and you looked down at your cast, picking at it. 

“You’re phoning it in, Mr. Munson.” she said. “I know that you don’t need this class to finally graduate but I don’t like mediocre work.”

You didn’t like that he was getting lectured when you were right there. Where was the decorum? The dignity? You wanted to crawl into the linoleum. 

Ms. Benson turned to you before Eddie could say anything. “You didn’t turn your paper in.” she said blatantly. She might as well have turned to Eddie and told him directly that you were a lazy dumbass. 

“I broke my wrist.” you said, more to the signature of Allie from gym class than to your teacher. If you had done literally anything else in class this year, then maybe that excuse could have worked, but you hadn’t and it didn’t. 

Ms. Benson took a look at you both and let out a long sigh. “I’m giving you both a chance to fix this.” she said. “I’m willing to offer you both extra credit to give you either a bonus on your final papers or replace a missing one.”

It was a good deal, a very very generous offer. Too generous-

“And what’s the catch, Ms, B?” Eddie asked skeptically. 

“I need volunteers for Spring Day.” she said. “You help with that, and I’ll give you the extra credit.” 

Spring Day was basically a free day where kids could either skip school or come for a slack off day. There were games, events happening at the gym, fields, and library, catered lunches, and plenty of ways to sneak off. 

“Sorry, no can do.” Eddie said. “I was banned from Spring Day. I have a hot date with in school suspension and you know how Higgins hates it when I cancel on him like that.” 

“I already cleared it with him.” Ms. Benson said, shocking Eddie. “As long as you stay away from the balloon pop booth.”

You saw Eddie smirk out of the corner of your eye. “I was framed, I swear.” 

“Of course you were.” She said dismissively. “So,I expect both of you to show up after school on Mondays and Wednesdays to meet me to help set this up. We only have a few weeks, and the budget is tight.”

Well, there was clearly no choice now. Just like that, you were now being volun-told to help with the one day a year you didn’t feel guilty about doing jack shit. 

“...Go away now.” Ms. Benson said, and you and Eddie didn’t need to be told twice. You turned tail and damn near ran out of the room. 

You were at your locked, struggling with the damn lock when you heard a voice next to you. “Do you think humiliation was also part of the extra credit, or are we just lucky?” 

Eddie had followed you to your locker, he was the last person you wanted to see after that. “I guess.” you mumbled, awkwardly shoving books in as you grabbed your lunch. 

You could handle feeling judged by teachers and your fellow students. That was the norm since you were a kid. God, Eddie was on his sixth year! Why did you care what he thought about you? Wouldn’t he understand better than anyone at this school what you were dealing with? 

You closed the locker harder than you meant to and Eddie winced. Shit. You had to say something to ease the tension. 

“...What did you do to the water balloons?” You asked, looking at him. Eddie smiled wide at you. 

“Allegedly I added some fun food coloring to the water.” he shrugged. “I didn’t think this school hated red and black so much.” 

You cracked a smile despite yourself. “It’s not exactly school colors.” 

“It’s not.” Eddie agreed, messing with one of his rings. His eyes darted past you, and you looked over to see Stacy walking over. 

“Eddie.” she nodded with a pleasant smile. Maybe too pleasant? No, that’s weird to think about your best friend. 

“Stacy.” Eddie nodded back. 

You had a weird feeling that there was a conversation going on, that you were in the middle of. You tried to shake off the thought, Stacy knew everyone. Stacy had a way of making everyone feel important, plus she was super pretty. You couldn’t blame Eddie for looking at her, and you tried to squash that glob of jealousy. Stacy was your best friend, she wouldn’t make a move on the guy you’ve been pining over. 

Stacy turned to you. “We’re sitting outside today with Nancy. She wants to interview me for the school paper.” 

“Wheeler?” you asked. “Uh, sure.” Stacy had so many damn accolades you didn’t bother asking which one she was being interviewed for. You’d read about it later. “Uh, see you on Wednesday, I guess, Eddie.”

“Yeah, see ya.” Eddie agreed as Stacy lead you away. 

“Wednesday?” she whispered with a glint in her eyes. “The second we turn the corner you’re talking.”

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2 posts in one day?! Yeah lol. This fic is pure stream of consciousness so even I barely know what's happening. I have a vague idea of story beats bot otherwise this fic is always hot off the press lol.

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[cowplant-snacks]

Cowplant Academy Class of 2026

The Cowplant Academy is a place for youth with special abilities to hide and well… maybe thrive? I originally shared these teen sims last year, however, they have been updated and now have families!

They are CC free and have at least 1 outfit in every category, pronouns, preferences, likes and dislikes, lifestyles, established relationship dynamics, skills, & turn-offs and turn-ons. Some also have jobs and/or are signed up for after school activities as well.

Gallery ID: Cowplant-Snacks \ alt download (sfs, free, no ads)

The Halversons are Werewolves

The Halverson are a family rooted in their community. Silas can be found conducting lectures on werewolf history and acceptance, while Genesis is often in the kitchen cooking for community events and giving out relationship advice to neighbors. Amaya is such a big help with her siblings and is always putting her parents' goals before her own, but she recently started a streaming channel playing her favorite games. Will she be able to keep up with all the demands of her time?

The Boldens are Spellcasters

Isaias Bolden is a notorious crook. While his very presence can make other sims cower, you can often find him doting on every single whim his beloved daughter, Aaliyah, has. He hopes that his son, Abram, will follow in his footsteps. However, Abram finds himself wondering what life might look like outside of organized crime but gosh… he's sorta good at it. He's at a crossroads, what will he do? Hopefully his pals at the Cowplant Academy can help him find his own way.

The Londons are Werewolves

The London's are a loud and chaotic werewolf family working to achieve their individual dreams. Poor Duffy can barely hear his own thoughts or his favorite TV shows over the cacophony of sounds his family creates. Whenever a family member is feeling down, Duffy is always there to cheer them up with one of his corniest jokes. But who cheers Duffy up? Hopefully that girl he's been crushing on at school has a matching romance bar.

The Comer & Gale Families are Mermaids

As a beloved King of a prosperous and peaceful Kingdom, you’d think there wouldn't be anything troubling Tobias but the reality is he is surrounded by a mess of his own doing. He ventured outside of his marriage and brought a second child into the world. After creating this riff, can he bridge the gap and bring these two families together as one? Poor Kingston and Madeleine can feel everyone's curious stares at school; they both avoid the topic AND… each other.

The Hernandezs are Spellcasters & Humans

Pedro fell for Annabelle's quick wit and creative spirit. For her, it was his commitment to family and his big beautiful brown eyes. While they may not always be on the same page about their love life, they both agree that their children are their greatest joy. Theo fills his time climbing trees and collecting knee scrapes. Lizbeth's happy place is Theater Club and it’s the only reason she stays in that crappy high school, but will it alone be enough to get her to graduate?

The Sus are Vampires

Mei and Hao are old fashioned and enjoy living a simple life unburdened by the advances of technology. However, their daughter, McKinley, prefers to keep up with each new changing decade as they come. Can these #technophobes and their tech obsessed daughter bridge the gap and coexist in a loving and peaceful household? That's not the only thing her parents don't understand. The other is her choice in a crush. A mermaid? Why can't she just fall in love with a decent vampire?

The Benedicts are Vampires

Leonard and Keisha have drifted apart over the centuries. They hoped bringing Caiphus into the family would solve their problems, but unfortunately, all it did was bring another soul into their mess. Caiphus attends the Cowplant Academy and plays on the football team, He’s only truly happy when he’s gripping pig skin, racing across the plastic turf, and tackling boys. He finds himself curious about one young man in particular, will he get up the nerve to ask him to the next school dance?

Important Notes:

I didn’t make the pets so they are not included. However, I am happy to answer WCIFs about them if folks are interested.

Stairwell pose: Thanks @keirosims for this awesome pose.

(Optional) default eyes + skin are here

Original post of the teens is here

[slowd1ving]

[FANTASMAS] SNIPPET ゜・BLADE NSFW

he's literally my pretty princess also venetian masks are so pretty guitarist reader wears one fr ALSOOO LISTENNNN TO FANTASMASSSS see here for some basic designs for them

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

Just who exactly is that guitarist?

It weighs on his mind—heavy, uncomfortable. He loathes Dan Heng, and the rest of the Trailblazers by proxy; even without the ongoing feud, he’d hate them regardless. While he did come to the performance to clear his head and remind him of exactly who he’s up against, he can’t help but gaze at the person currently plugging in his guitar. 

Stop. 

Pungent copper warmth spills into his mouth as he bites hard into his cheek; bleeding sanguine replaces the lingering caress of whiskey on his taste buds. 

Yet still—as the strobe dies down and a haunting, ghostly incandescence shimmers over the band—his eyes continue to trace his figure. 

His flimsy shirt rides up his stomach as he loops the guitar around his neck, and Blade can feel his mouth go dry. Damn you—he can’t stop thinking about that scene he almost walked in a few days ago, and now that small patch of skin is making him imagine what it would be like with a guy. 

This venue is for the amateurish bands—ones that won’t ever make it big but still have a loyal base of dedicated followers. Very technically speaking, the Trailblazers are popular and rightfully so: skill macerates itself into their songs. Yet, he can’t help the dislike that taints his perception of their music. 

The vocalist’s voice is well suited to this genre—long grey hair framing a golden mask while she sings, but he’s more focused on the melody accompanying it. There’s several embellishments on the guitar chords accompanying it that his ears pick up: too used to your irritating playing to ignore them. Nothing too wild, just some flair he begrudgingly appreciates. 

He can only focus on the guitarist, not even sparing a glare at the bassist close to them. 

It’s in the second song you finally have a solo: a long riff that appears to be a crowd favourite, stirring a hitched breath from him. 

Familiar, it somehow seems—something along your style but he’d be damned if he ever heard this from you. 

He loses track of the minutes that turn into well over an hour. 

The atmosphere in the club has shifted significantly—expectant. It appears to be one of the last songs; and Blade’s ashamed that the time passed quickly for him. 

Too busy staring at the guitarist, he can hear future Kafka tease, and he clenches his fists in his lap.

“Kiss me with amaranthine on your lips,” 

You’ve done nothing but play the electric guitar, which is why he widens his eyes in surprise as your mouth opens and you lean into the vocalist’s mic. A melancholy synth accompanies the bittersweet song—with a deeper voice that makes your face flash in his mind. 

Can’t be. 

“Arsenic on your tongue.”

Involuntarily, that scene of you with Dan Heng’s lips against yours takes up the space in his mind—all-consuming, fury-inducing. 

“Frankly, dear, you could send me to the tomb,”

He downs the hard liquor that’s been sitting on the table for the past hour. God, he sounds perfect: making his dick twitch in his pants as he imagines this voice in his headphones. 

“Pressing your hands to my frigid cadaver,”

His breathing becomes slightly more shallow as he notices how the flimsy shirt finally sticks in a way that half-exposes the guitarist’s chest—a prominent bite-mark just peeking out from the side.

“One live pulse and the other lifeless,”

The lighting shifts to illuminate you more, and he can suddenly see the slight discolouration against his slicked collarbone and sweat-soaked neck—bruises which feel slightly off, in the sense that Blade’s stomach grows tight and his heart pounds fast and hard against his lungs. 

“And still I’d wait, Styx cradling me in its miasma—”

His eyes sweep across the room and land directly on Blade’s, and there’s something so familiar in that gaze that he can’t look away. 

“Is my apostasy enough for you?”

[tisafinedayforsimping]

Sola Leech-Velour - Full Profile

The mean one

Full Name: Parasola Leech-Velour

Other Names: Sola

Sola Flare (Mar)

Inkcap (Jade)

Voiced By: (TBD)

Biographical Information

Gender: Female

Age: 17 (Technically, whatever it needs to be. Always two years younger than Flam)

Species: Half Eel Mer (Dragon Moray Variety)

Birthday: September 1st

Starsign: Virgo

Height: 173 cm (5'8")

Eye Color: Grass Green

Hair Color: Koi Orange, Dark Chocolate bangs, Black streak

Homeland: Nautilus Coast

Family: Mother, Father, Older sister, Younger sister, Two younger brothers

Professional Status

Dorm: Savanaclaw

School Year: Second

Class: 2-D, Student no. 17

Occupation: Student

Club: Mountain Lover's Club

Best Subject: Home Economics

Fun Facts

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Mushroom chicken

Least Favorite Food: Carrots

Dislikes: Repetitive noises

Hobby: Foraging

Talent: Guitar

Personality

Sola is a fairly calm and collected individual, but she's insanely easy to rile up and provoke. If the perceived nuisance isn't someone she cares about, Sola tends to simply blow up on them then and there, but with her family and friends she at least makes an attempt to not attack them on the spot and usually instead channels her anger into loud, complex riffs on her guitar.

Background

Sola is the second oldest Leech-Velour child, and, as far as her siblings are concerned, Jade's unspoken favorite. From a young age it was clear she shared his love of mushrooms, so they share a bond as the two 'weirdest' in their already weird family. Medley and Lucen live in fear of the days she's allowed to help their father cook dinner, despite Mar's assurances that Jade's days of 'experimental' cooking are over. Sola's are not, and the twins swear they'll live in fear until they are. As not-the-eldest, Sola has no pressing familial responsibilities, and drifts wherever her hobbies take her - that mostly being bad garage bands and pick-up games of magift with full-contact rules.

Unique Magic

Sola's unique magic is called "Heart of The Forest". When activated, it creates magical mushroom spores that induce a hallucinogenic state in anyone who breathes them in. Whether she uses this power for good or evil is heavily debated, but, like any true Leech, it's most often employed in collecting their favorite currency: information.

Trivia

Sola likes to accessorize her typically punky outfits with cute, mushroom-themed items, as well as bits of the typical 'mori girl' style.

Her name comes from the Parasola plicatilis mushroom, which is the smallest currently recognized species of inkcap.

She learned everything she knows about guitar from her Aunt Yvette, and they meet up often to play together.

[axreliono]

whats tigercub?

AAAAARGHH ok tigercub is a rock band !!!!!! they have insane bangers and the coolest riffs I've heard in a while and i listen to a Lot of music so this was and remains a huge deal for me. i cannot recommend them enough and i recommend them a Lot.

they're kind of like . royal blood vibes as far as the specific genre (but better in my so soooo very not biased opinion - tigercub does do more musically interesting stuff w fun chords tho) and they do some insanely good quieter more emotional songs at the ends of the album??? ALSO THEIR USE OF DYNAMICS IS INSANE a song called 'built to fail' is one of my fav songs ever and it starts out so beautiful and moving and rocks so hard by the end they are genuinely Masterful w music.

they have 3 albums now, I found them just before 'as blue as indigo' (abai) came out, they've since released 'the perfume of decay' (tpod) and their first album was called 'abstract figures in the dark' (afitd). i literally do not dislike a single track on abai or tpod, literally cannot fault either of them at all. afitd has some i dont like as much but equally has some of my favs ever so...

the lead singer is 7 foot tall and has a very fun queer camp side project called nancy. which is great to see tbh. irrelevant side fact but given this has just become a glorified band infodump I'm including it anyway

my personal favs if youve made it this far and still wanna listen to them are (in no order):

burning effigies (bond theme WHEN)

sleepwalker (this went so hard live i cannot even explain)

stop beating on my heart (another banger)

built to fail (has me crying in the club every time)

it hurts when you're around (OH MY GOD the contrast the grungey sound i am going feral)

help me im dreaming (crying again but even harder this time)

with honorary mentions show me my maker, swoon, the dark below, beauty, by design and centrefold

!!!!! WAIT WAIT WAIT SOMETHING ELSE. THEIR SONG IWGFU (BANGER BTW) HAS MY ALL TIME FAV MUSIC VIDEO WHICH YOU ALL HAVE TO SEE RIGHT NOW:

tooth fan my beloved.... jamie hall as a housewife is a slay.... no faults.

if youve made it this far. im so sorry. but i hope this autistic ass pitch has helped u to find ur new fav band because theyre like. genuinely so underrated for how good they are (not just saying this for "im so quirky and different" reasons they just genuinely need more fans. hence i spend my life promoing them to everyone i see). im done now ty for sticking thru this insanity 🫡🫡🫡

!THIS HAS BEEN A PSA!

[park-jaechan]

DKZ Behind - [JAECHAN] Please wait for me, time ♬

Hello, Dongree has arrived!

On last August 24th, There was a surprise announcement that caught everyone's attention! They released Jaechan's pre-debut solo song '시간 (Time)'!!!

"It's an alternative pop song that reflects Jaechan's contemplation on the passage of time. The dreamy guitar riffs and minimalistic sound design blend harmoniously in the song, creating a unique atmosphere. Jaechan's voice, which is almost like a monologue, blends well with the music and brings out a fresh vibe."

Hmm~

I'm glad you said that! Jaechan's beautiful voice seems like it would really resonate in your ears. ♬

An empty studio… Just one microphone there… Huh, where is this place..?

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Everyone… did you all notice?!

What you all were thinking… I brought the 'Time' MV behind-the-scenes!!!

Right now, let's go straight to the 'Time' MV shooting location we've been waiting for! Go! Go!

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Ah, yes…! It's even better to enjoy 'Time' while listening to it ✪‿✪

We don't need a lot of props for the music video.

Lighting, microphones, and…

"Park Jaechan's atmosphere."

With just these, one music video is complete.

Park Jaechan, my love. Park Jaechan, my light. Park Jaechan, my darkness. Park Jaechan, my life. Park Jaechan, my joy. Park Jaechan, my sorrow. Park Jaechan, my pain. Park Jaechan, my solace.

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Park Jaechan, me.

No matter how dark the darkness may be, If I'm with Jaechan, I believe we can overcome anything.

｀、、｀ヽ｀ヽ｀、、ヽヽ、｀、ヽ｀ヽ｀ヽヽ｀ ヽ｀、｀ヽ｀、ヽ｀｀、ヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ、ヽ ｀ヽ、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、｀｀ヽ｀ヽ、ヽ、ヽ｀ヽ｀ヽ 、ヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀｀、ヽ｀、ヽヽ ‍ ヽ｀｀ヽ｀｀、ヽ｀、

Oh, I want to be the microphone that Jaechan is holding… Just holding a microphone, but why does it look so cool!!!

•° •° •°(°`ㅁ´ °)°• °•°••° •° •

Escaping the pitch-black darkness, This time, let's change locations and head to the swimming pool scene!

Oh? Don't cats usually dislike water? It seems like our house cat doesn't have an aversion to it (=ↀωↀ=)✧

The moment I understand why Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection in the water. With a face like this, I wouldn't be able to resist. If I were Jaechan, I'd probably spend the whole day just gazing at my reflection in the water.

Starting with Jaechan at the swimming pool, starting off with a big splash, Jaechan at the swimming pool with a lively party vibe, Jaechan at the swimming pool festival, Jaechan opens a club, kicking off a club discount event, Jaechan Day event begins, Jaechan at the swimming pool festival, Jaechan joins the military band, Jaechan starts his education journey, graduating and re-enrolling, Jaechan returning to school, and Jaechan's party begins.

Oh no…! I've only seen Jaechan's face, but… time is passing too quickly, and it seems like we're in different places… Saying goodbye to Jaechan now… it's a lie… I'm not ready to say goodbye yet!

♬ I may not be ready yet But they say otherwise ♬

Before I go, one last time…

Well then, I will step back now… Bye for now! Let's meet again next time! Goodbye~

Source: [재찬] 제발 기다려줘 시간아♬ : 네이버 포스트 (naver.com) Translated by Park Jaechan Updates

[xmystophalesx]

Best New Heavy Metal Releases Week of March 10th, 2023

God damnit, I LOVE Heavy Metal music. You would think with just the sheer amount of music I listen to in any given week, it would lead to burnout at some point. I will admit there are stretches through my overall weekly playlist that can get discouraging. This mostly happens when i get a stretch of 4-5 bad albums in a row. Horrid vocals (If you are going to sing clean, you better be able to actually sing), Piss poor production (in the modern age there is no excuse for having a shitty sounding album), ultra generic songwriting (I’m looking at you Metalcore genre! Vary it up a bit for fuck’s sake!). On these albums, I usually bail pretty quick. If the first two tracks are terrible, I will jump around to a couple more and then hit the delete button. Like I said, 4-5 of those in a row can be discouraging, but then you come across a new band that blows you away and BOOM! You get a strong case of the stank face (Thanks Benjamin Yaker for enlightening me on this term…lol) and you remember why you absolutely LOVE this music. This week definitely had some stank face worthy albums. Lets get to those highlights!

Marauder-Metal Constructions (Heavy/Power/Traditional)**

It is no secret that one of the best Heavy Metal scenes in the world is in Greece. Not exactly sure why but I know whenever I come across a band hailing from Greece, I always look forward to it as it is rarely disappointing. Marauder is no exception. Killer blend of Traditional Metal mixed with some Power Metal tempos and tinges of Thrash Metal aggression here and there. I hear some Iced Earth influences here without the band actually sounding like Iced Earth, if that makes any sense. This is a very easy album to recommend to any fan of Metal.

Evil X-Hell Reigns Down (Heavy)**(jan 11)

One outstanding Traditional Metal album deserves another. Not sure how I missed this in the beginning of January as weak as the beginning of the year was. If you are a fan of that 80s metal sound, this album will definitely scratch that itch. Riffs for days that make it impossible NOT to bang your head as you listen. I get a strong Accept influence out of this one and that will always be a great thing in my book.

Brundarkh-Those Born of Fire & Shadow (Symphonic/Melodic Death/Black)**

I’m a big fan of Dimmu Borgir and the way they blend Symphonic elements into their Black Metal. Brundarkh does something very similar while also adding some Melodic Death Metal influences as well. This album just sounds heavy as fuck, while at the same time having moments that come across as feeling uplifting at the same time. The dichotomy of this is what really drew me into this album. Even if Dimmu is not your thing, give this one a chance, it may surprise you.

Nanowar of Steel-Dislike to False Metal (Heavy Power/Hard Rock)**

I’m not really one for parody music but I will make exceptions if it is done exceedingly well and that is the case with Nanowar of Steel. This is just a fun album to listen to. Will it impact your life and one you will remember when you are in an assisted living facility and you start singing “Disco Metal” inbetween your pudding cups? Probably not, but it IS a damn fun album. I mention the track “Disco Metal” as I think this shows the talent level of this band. Yes, they are making a joke but I would contend this would be a legitimate hit song in dance clubs. Listen to the track and tell me i’m wrong…lol

Tribe of Pazuzu-Blasphemous Prophecies (Death/Black)**

Earlier I mentioned the term “stank face”. It was regarding this album. This is the face you make when those filthy riffs and blazing leads feel like they are going to melt your face with just how damn good they are. This album is only 29 minutes in length but it feels like they pack 3 albums’ worth of riffs into this thing. Add to all of this some of the best drumming I have heard on an album so far this year and you have one of the very best Blackened Death Metal albums I have ever heard. Looking them up on the Metal Pages for some background info and the reason this is so damn good becomes instantly clear. Guitars courtesy of John McEntee (Incantation) and the insane drum work courtesy of Flo Mounier (Cryptopsy). It really doesn’t get better than this in this genre.

That will do it for another week of killer Metal music that reaffirms your love of heavy music. To think my mom thought this was a phase I was going through 43 years ago….lol Listen to music and fill your soul with happiness. Until next week and, as always,

BANG THY HEAD!!!

All worthy of a listen if you like the genre

*= standout in that genre

**=best of the week regardless of genre

Best of the Week

Tribe of Pazuzu-Blasphemous Prophecies (Death/Black)**

Seventh Crystal-Wonderland (Hard Rock)*?

Brundarkh-Those Born of Fire & Shadow (Symphonic/Melodic Death/Black)**

Evil X-Hell Reigns Down (Heavy)**(jan 11)

Frozen Crown-Call of the North (Power)**

Nanowar of Steel-Dislike to False Metal (Heavy Power/Hard Rock)**

Marauder-Metal Constructions (Heavy/Power/Traditional)**

Asphagor-Pyrogenesis (Black)**

Sacrificium-Oblivion (Death/Melodic)**

Standouts in their Genre

Altar of I-Human Resources (Melodic Death)*

Echoes of Bronze-Ilium (Power/Progressive)*

Periphery-V:Djent is not a Genre (Progressive/Djent)*

Monolyth-We’ve Caught the Sun (Heavy/Thrash)*

Enshrined-The Grand Failure (Thrash/Death)*

Reboot the System-The Fall (Melodic Death/Thrash)*

Trollgrad-Tales of Gold Fever (Folk/Viking)*

Depraved Murder-Unethical Terrestrial Collapse (Brutal Death)*

Alwaid-Twelve Daemons (Symphonic/Heavy)*

Damage SFP-Punished By The System (Thrash)*

Weight of Emptiness-Withered Paradogma (Melodic Doom/Death)*

Nepenthes-Grand Guignol (Doom)*

Sonambula-Estasis Interrumpida (Death)*

Exelerate-Exelerate (Thrash)*

Ice Age-Waves of Loss and Power (Progressive)*

Dreamlore-Strength Beyond Death (Death)*

Triumpher-Storming the Walls (Progressive Heavy/Power)*

The Fallen Prophets-Perpetual Damnation (Melodic Death)*

Noxium Ferus-Blasphemicon (Death/Black)*

Goat Explosion-Threatening Skies ((Heavy/Doom)*

Gorod-The Orb (Technical Death/Progressive)*

Intrepid Bloom-Missing Link (Hard Rock)*

Prediction-Unholy Flame (Black/Thrash)*

Worth A Listen

Qwalen-Syva Hiljaisuus (Black)

Incatombe-Ytra (Brutal Death)

Virtusira-We Will Writhe (Progressive Death)

Nomad-The Mountain (Progressive Death)

I’ll Omen-March of Decay (Thrash/Speed/Raw)

Whipworm-Gozer (Death/Thrash)

Burden of Ymir-Heorot (Black/Folk)

Pick of the week goes to Tribe of Pazuzu with 5 bulldogs judging your stank face out of 5.

[anton-wyzek]

Riff stans and people who like the jets in general:

[screechingnerdwombat]

West Side Story 2021 Headcanon

I like to think of Abe as a protective older brother/father figure for Bernardo.  Both men are fearless badasses who refuse to be intimidated by white supremacists.  Abe adores Bernardo and utterly despises Riff.  Being a man of color, Abe is all too familiar with the abuse dished out by racist white men.

[tonymarias]

Well… this aged poorly

just be smart guys

[tonymarias]

I hope the person who has written all three of the Riff/Maria fics on AO3 gets hit by a car okay there I said it

[irisposts]

Eddie “the freak” Munson 18+

series masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female reader)

Summary: You see Eddie at a party and rekindle your relationship. All while, breaking your own with Patrick Mckinney.

Warnings: Smut, cheating, bullying, rough-sex, choking, established relationship, plot before smut,

A/N: this is a little before the events of s4. enjoy! Please let me know in the COMMENTS AND REBLOGS and feel free to request things <3

You never really enjoyed the parties here in Hawkins, Indiana. The kids were vain, egotistical, untruthful people. But somehow, those same crowd of kids swallowed you into their circle. And in some way, you were like them. But at least you were nice about it.

“Here,” You’re boyfriend, Patrick, passes a beer into your hand. Colt 45. You scrunch your nose and bite back a nasty remark. You hated this beer and you had made it known, several parties ago. Patrick notices, and bends down to your level. “You okay?”

Patrick was actually one of the few nice guys on the basketball team. Lucas Sinclair, would be at the top of your list. But, Patrick was actually sweet…when he wanted too. The big thing you disliked about Patrick was his need to impress Jason. Which you found weird because, you were 99.5 percent sure, Jason was a closeted-racist.

But Patrick, felt like he owed a debt to Jason’s behalf. So after a few months into you dating, he’d blow you off to hangout with Jason and the boys. It’s put a heavy strain on your relationship. A strain, Patrick hasn’t even acknowledged.

“Fine.” You bite. “Just fine.”

You peel the tab back and bring the can to your lip. You fight back making a disgusted expression as the malt liquor hits the back of your throat. When you pull away, you shine a smile. Trying you’re best not to gag. “—It’s really good.”

Patrick gives you a smile back.

You frown when he turns his head over to Jason. Stupid. Fucking. Jason.

“Next time you see us,” Jason’s stands atop a table. His words are loud as everyone’s goes silent when he speaks. You hated his effect on people. It’s as if they all worked as a hive mind on his behalf. “—We’ll be at the championship baby!” As if he were an idol, everyone in the room cheers and whoops. You only stand and put down that atrocious can, they call beer.

As you look into the floor, you’re eyes fall onto a familiar messy top of curls in the crowd. You can’t help but recognize that hair anywhere.

Jason must notice also as he shushes the crowd. “If it isn’t the freak!”

You watch as the crowd creates a riff to, Eddie Munson. Their eyes bore into his skull. You roll your eyes, knowing half of the people in this room have bought drugs off him.

Your eyes scan his body. The infamous hellfire shirt as his top and black baggy jeans with the chains cover his bottom half.

Eddie’s unfazed, maybe even a little cocky—by the attentions he’s garnered. “ If it isn’t the asshole who throws balls into laundry baskets.” Eddie walks through the make shift path.

“Get the fuck outta my party Munson.” Jason spits out.

You watch as your boyfriend and the rest of Jason’s goons puff up their chests. As if they were going to do something. You can’t help but cringe.

“I’m not here for your stupid party.”

Jason chuckles a cynical laugh. “What? You here to perform a satanic ritual on us? With your little Hellfire club?” As Jason laughs, so do the teens around you, and Patrick.

You swat at his arm. “Say something.”

Patrick laughs and covers his mouth with two hands. “Fuck Hellfire!”

Your heart sinks as the crowd laughs and begins to chant “Fuck Hellfire!” Over and over again. This is clearly not what you meant.

You can only look at him in disgust. “You are such an asshole.” You step away from him, not bothering to look at the expression on his face. You push through people, even past Chrissy. She gives you a small frown. She wasn’t fond of this either.

You find yourself on the opposite side of the ordeal. Watching.

To your surprise. Eddie still stands in the middle of it all. He places a hand around his ear and beckons the crowd to get louder. You giggle at how funny this guy was.

“I’m here—” Eddie tries to speak.

“Fuck Hellfire!”

“I’m here for—” He tries again but everyone only chants louder.

Jason lowers his arms, just enough to give people the signal to be quiet. “Alright, Alright, let the freak speak.”

Eddie grins, and walks right up to Andy. “I’m here for you.” He lays his palm flat.

You watch as Jason throws a confused look towards Andy’s direction. Andy gives him an apprehensive shrug and looks back to Eddie.

“Dude I thought I told you after 11?” Andy says in a strangled whisper. Andy fishes into his jacket pocket and slaps two fifties into Eddie’s hand who greedily puts it into his pants pocket.

“It’s 11:30—” Eddie slaps a bag, of what you assume is weed onto Andy’s chest. “Great doin business.”

Eddie turns on his heels towards the crowd. Raising both of his middle fingers up. “WHOOO! FUCK HELL FIRE!” Mocking everyone, mere seconds ago. He brings them down and smiles at how quiet and stunned the room is.

Then he pushes his way through, towards the front door.

The silence is defining until Jason gets the nerve to speak again. “T-Turn the music back up.” Slightly rattled by how unbothered Eddie was.

The speakers thump around you and you find your feet following their way to Munson. Patrick watches from squished bodies as you do so.

When you reach outside, you can see Eddie walking over to his van.

“Hey, Eddie!” You shout.

He turns around, his face lights up. “Y/n?”

You jog over to him, stopping in a crouched position to catch your breath. “Hey.” You swing your head back and lazily walk over to him. Tossing your arms around his frame and pulling him into a hug.

“Haven’t seen you in a while.” Eddie pats your back. Then pulls away at arms length to get a good look of your face. “Still, pretty as ever.”

You blush and swat an arm away. “Oh stop.”

He smiles at you.

You and Eddie had a history. You were friends, sure. But it was slightly deeper than that. Friends with benefits, people classify it now.

You almost forget what you were gonna say. You motion back towards the house. “Y-You should stay. They have the good stuff this time.” You lie and your cheeks flush.

Eddie waves his hand. “Nah, the welcome wagon wasn’t very…welcoming.” Eddie looks over to the house, full of rowdy teens. Then to you, “You should go have fun though, i’ll catch up another time.”

He begins to back away. “Eddie,” You swallow, thick. “C-Can I go home with you?”

Eddie blinks, baffled you’d even want to spend time with him. “Uh—Yeah.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah, t-that’d be great.” He smiles shyly and motions towards his van.

You laugh as you follow. Wherever you found this newfound courage, you hope it stays the rest of the night.

In the distance, Patrick and Jason rush out the front door. Their eyes on you as as they watch Eddie close the door on your side.

“That prick.”

“Is your uncle home?” You suddenly feel shy as you reach Eddie’s front door.

Eddie plugs in the key and twist. “Nah, he does night shifts now.”

The door fly open and you sigh in relief at how warm his trailer is compared to the cool outside. You step inside, Eddie closing the door shut behind you.

Your eyes travel around the tiny home. “Not much had changed.”

Eddie goes to his bedroom and you follow. “Well, you know— me and my uncle aren’t much of interior designers.” He jokes. You laugh as Eddie plops down on his bed. He looks over to you and then the mess on his floor. “I would’ve cleaned had I known…”

You giggle and plop beside him. “Like I said, nothings changed.”

Eddie turns to you. “You’ve changed.” He says it so easily off the tongue and you can’t help but feel the undertones of his words. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that y/n.”

“No, No.” You shake your head in acknowledgment. “I have.” You give a small smile. “How is everyone, Mike, Dustin…”

You speak to Lucas on occasions because of his and Patrick’s shared past time. From what you know, Lucas has been kind of distancing himself from the club and the boys. It broke your heart a little, making you worry about Mike and Dustin. But you had done the same exact thing.

“Those little sheeps are fine—annoying as hell but fine.” Eddie tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “…How are you? You’re like one of the popular kids now?” Eddie acts like he’s shaking pom poms into the air and flicks his hair in a sassy fashion. Making you laugh into your hand.

“I am not popular.” You say and try to compose yourself.

“Pft—You and Chrissy are like the golden girls at Hawkins high!”

You laugh harder this time. “Wow, Munson. I didn’t take you as a sitcom guy.”

Eddie finds himself smiling at you, with so much warmth and intensity. “I’m full of surprises.”

You finally come down your high of laughter and take a good look of your friend. Could you even consider yourselves friends anymore? You both haven’t spoken to one another in months. It was as if you were avoiding one another, when that wasn’t the case. Or at least it wasn’t intentionally on you’re part.

“I really missed you Eddie.” You blurt out.

You watch as he sighs. “Yeah me too…” Eddie chews on the inside of his lip. “…What happened to us?”

You frown at this. “I-I don’t know…” You look around to his posters, to his guitar, you’re heart sinks at the box of condoms on his night stand. “I think, life just happened? Maybe? God, I don’t know—maybe I’ve gotten to caught up with Patrick and his life. Instead of my own, y’know?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie looks over to the handcuffs hanging from his wall. He swallows when memories of you crying, screaming out his name come back to him. Details of your fingers curled around the cuffs begging for him to set you free so you could touch him. The way your back arched as he sunk into you from behind.

“Eddie?” You say again.

He clear his throat and looks over to you. “Huh.”

“We’re you…” You’re eyes wander to the cuffs. Then back down to Eddie.

His soft eyes grow wide. “No I—wasn’t” He fumbles on his words “—shit.” He just stops in defeat.

You smile softly. “It’s fine.” You start. “I think about it too. A lot.” You add.

Deep down in the pit of your stomach. You know this was wrong. Coming to a friends house, where you would both pleasure each other only months ago. While dating one of the most popular guys in Hawkins, it was cheating. This was definitely a form of cheating and you felt like shit for it. But honestly, the bigger part of you didn’t care. I guess that’s where you and Jason’s crowd of people could relate, you all were terrible people.

“Aren’t you and Mckinney like….” Eddie says lowly.

You shrug. “Yeah, but it’s not the same.”

Eddie would be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit turned on by your new demeanor. Last time you two spoke, you were sweet, innocent. He was the little devil on shoulders, the one who took your virginity. The bad guy if you will. “Have you guys like y’know….”

“Had sex?” You say so nonochantly, it almost scares Eddie on how out of touched you seem about it.

“Mmhm.”

You nod your head. “Yeah me and Patrick have sex.” You watch Eddie’s face. You can’t tell if it’s jealousy, curisotly, or a hint of lust that appears. “He’s not really…good.” You whisper.

Eddie raises his eyebrows with a snarky smirk. Slightly, cocky by the idea of being your best.

You slap your face.” I mean he’s good—but he’s not into the stuff we were into. He’s very soft and gentle. It’s too vanilla? I don’t know.” You blush at a thought. “Sometimes I just wanna fuck.”

Eddie blinks and you giggle out of embarrassment. “I sound like a slut don’t I?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No, I think your just a woman who knows what she wants.”

You smile when he puts it that way.

“Have you…” You swallow. Hating the idea of Eddie having sex with another girl. “Have you been with anyone since?”

Eddie thinks for a second, slightly embarrassed by his confession. “Two?” He breathes. “Yeah, two. Grace and Jackie.”

Your heart sinks and you try your best to keep a stoic deposition. Slightly annoyed because you had these girls in your classes. Though, you couldn’t help but the find the idea of Eddie in a threesome, fun.

“But,” Eddie plays with his silver rings. “…It was pretty bad. One tried to bite my dick off and the other sounded like Tammy Thompson when she moaned. I couldn’t even get hard.”

You break out into a laugh at that. He grins at this.

“ So, we just smoked some pot and forgot it ever happened.”

You chuckles at this, slightly relived it didn’t go to far.

Eddie’s laugh dies down. His finger traces a soft circle on your hand. “…They weren’t like you.”

You feel stupid when your heart flutters at this.

Eddie stares at you for a second, his eyes fluttering. He catches himself, flushed. “I need to go to the bathroom—” He quickly sits up. But your arm is already holding him.

His chest rises, his heartbeat loud in his ears. You feel the same in your body. “Stay.” You slowly sit up and sink down to his floor. Eddie watches you intensely as you plant yourself right between his knees.

“Are you sure?” His breathing becomes jagged and rough. “What about Mckinney?” He gulps when your eyes catch his wild ones.

“I’m sure.”

Your hand palms at his noticeable buldge. “Fuck.” Eddie curses up to his ceiling. The column of his throat tight, as he tries to control himself. You smirk, knowing you still have this affect on him. Your fingers quickly undo his belt buckle. You pull his pants down enough to where he helps you along the way. Flingy his jeans hastily off to a corner. You can’t help but laugh at this.

You rub your hand along his crotch. He flinches under your touch. It’s so familiar, unlike the other girls he had in his room. You slightly massage and bring your lips to the fabric. You kiss up, eye looking to his face as you do so.

Eddie trembles under your touch. His hand shakes it’s way to the back of your head. His fingers slightly gripping at the follicles.

You then curve a finger around the elastic. Pulling firm, his cock springs out and your mouth waters. You missed this, and so did the space between your legs. His dick was long, and just the right amount of thickness. Small hairs cover the base, as if he had shaven for this occasion. You wrap a hand around him.

“—Shit.” Eddie clenches the edge of his bed with his other hand.

You chuckle and bring your hand up to the tip. You watch as pre-cum drops from the top. You smooth your thump along it. Feeling, Eddie tremble under you. He watches from above as you bring him between your lip. He practically melts with your lips around him.

“y/n—mm.” He chokes back his words as you swallow him down. He unscrews his eyes, watching as you bob your head along his length. His finger now tug at your roots. His hand pushing your head with enough pressure to make you gag.

“Oh fuck—” He licks his lips, head back. Hair falling. “—Just like that baby. Shit.” His moans send chills down your spine. They grow louder and breathless.

You pull away, coughing. A string of salvia connect you and him. Eddie breaks it, when his thumb swipes across your bottom lip. The other at your wet eyes.

“You’re so perfect.” He still attempts to catch his breath.

Your chest thumps with anticipation. “Says you.” You peels off your top and climb atop of him, making lay back. You both smile at one another. You bump your nose along his. His arms snake their way along your back.

You tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and bring your lips to his. You gasp, feeling his erection press agasint your clothed core. His hands find their way into your hair. Pulling you closer, tugging at your roots. His tounge swipes at your bottom lip. You roll your hips into him, making him groan into you. You laugh and bite at his lip. Licking him and kissing with more fever and haste.

His hand pulls you’re head, snapping you back. “Ah.” You gasp feeling his teeth graze the skin on your neck. You screw your eyes close as he nips and sucks on your flesh. “Mmh—ha.” You reach behind you to unclaps your bra. The straps fall of your shoulders. You break away to discard it.

Eddie eyes fall onto your chest. His eyes lids lowered in arousal, “Fuckin hell.” His hand cups a tit while the other flicks and pinches your nipple between his finger.

You gasp at the friction separating you two. Eddie sits up to where his mouth can latch onto your nub. He looks up to you, as he sucks tightly. Your fingers push back his bangs to get a better look of his eyes. So big, and sweet. “Eddie,” You mwel. He lets you go with a pop.

“You’re so,” A kiss. “Fucking.” Another. “Beautiful.”

You blush at the compliment.

He begins to decorate your chest with his teeth. “Eddie—fuck. I cant wait any,” You gasp, trying to sound unbroken. “cant wait anymore.”

Eddie smiles st this, laughing. You laugh with him, albeit— it’s breathy and struggled.

With a tilt of his hips, you’re body slams into the mattress. You’re breast bouncing. Eddie breaks away to peel off his hellfire shirt. You hungrily scan his bare chest. Noting each tatto on his body.

Off to your right, you see as he reaches over for that blue box of Trojans.

“Wait!”

He halt’s and look over to you. “Yeah?”

You gulp, slightly embarassed. “No condom.”

Eddie blinks, confused. “Why?”

You’re face and body grows hot. You look anywhere but him. “I just want to feel you,” Your eyes fall to his veins on his hands and arms. “All of you…” You swallow and look up to him expecting him to be agaisnt the idea. But to your suprise, Eddie looks at you slyly.

“Is that so?” He’s such a cheeky asshole, you think.

You nod. Chewing on you’re lip. “…I’m on the pill.” Your chest rises. “Promise.”

“Okay.” Eddie shrugs his shoulders and practically pounces on you. You giggle as the hair on his head tickles the side of your neck and face.

“Eddie!” He kisses you all over. You’re nose, eyes, neck, lips. Any exposed skin, he was leaving a seeet, chaste, kiss to you. Your laughter, makes his heart swell.

He breaks away to get a good look of you. His breath fanning across your face. “I’ve waited too damn long.”

You smile up at him. Reaching down to pull down your skirt. “Then take me.”

“Gladly.” He kisses you again and moves his hips to help lower the fabric down. You kick it off, leaving you only in your underwear.

His fingers reach down, palming at your cunt. Letting his fingertips run between your fold through the fabric. “I’ve barely even touched you.” He laughs again. “You’re so wet, fuck.” His hands feel the wet patch on the fabric.

“Eddie.” You warn, growing impatient.

He snickers but obeys. Kissing at the base of your neck; to your sternum, below your belly button, and right above the elastic of your underwear. His fingers hook around them, peeling it off slowly. He licks his lips, when you appear before him. Once fully off, he marvels at your nude body.

You spread your legs, opening your self enough for him to see.

“You’re terrible.” He pumps himself, eyes drowning in lust.

You gleam at him. Spreading yourself even wider.

He climbs between you thighs. You whine as his length rubs against you. Desperately, needing it inside of you.

His palms fall on either side of your head. “Ready?”

You can’t even speak a full word. “Mmhm.”

He uses a hand for leverage and the other to postion himself at your entrance. You wait in anticipation, as he traces the tip around your ring. Then slowly, he slips through. You sigh in satisfaction, heart and blood pumping. Eddie hangs his head low, “Ngh—Shit you’re tight.” He continues to slide through. “Oh my god—you feel amazing.” His words are tight and sharp. His moans come deep within his chest.

“Mm.” You sigh in relief as he bottoms out. “M’So good.” You feel everything more intensely then before, the veins that decorate the sides of his dick, his thickness, the curve of his cock. It makes you crave for more. Your fingers graze his back.

Eddie swings his hips back, then slams into you. The brute force of it all has you arching your back in pleasure. Nails digging into his skin. Eddie does this again and again, creating a rough rhythm.

You find yourself mindlessly inching up-across his bed.

“Where you goin sweetheart?” His hands on your thighs, pull you back down to him.

The room spins around you as you sink deeper onto his cock. The sounds of skin on skin smacking together, being the music to your ears. Mixed with your moans and pleasure.

“Eddie, ah—don’t stop.” You hold on for dear life as he thrusts into you with no sign of changing pace.

He buries his head into the crook of you’re head. Here, you can hear how good he sounds. His breathes shakes over you ear. His moans so deleiciois, sending you over the edge.

“Does he fuck you like this?” Eddie says into your ear. His voice, deeper more cynical. You furrow your brows as he continues to pummle into you. Your focus untethered.

You don’t answer.

Eddie comes back up. His stamina is much longer then you remember and his thrusts have become more powerful. “Does he?”

You screw your eyes shut. “I-I don’t know.” You practically see stars. Fuck, he feels so good it’s criminal. “Eddie, please.” The last thing you wanted to do while fucking another guy was think of your boyfriend.

“No, you know.” Eddie clips. His chuckle deep and raspy. He angles his hips in that spot he knew so well. You scream so loud you’re sure his neighbors can hear how well he’s making you feel. “Does he fuck you like this?” His words are more forceful, demanding.

You shake you’re head. Hot tears, wet your eyes.

Eddie wraps a hand along your throat, applying pressure. “Speak up.”

You unscrew your eyes to see Eddie waiting for you. “He doesn’t,” You gasp. Feeling your air ways tighten. “Fuck me like this.”

Eddie smile at you, pleased. “Good girl.”

He goes to move his hand away but your hand is already atop of his. Keeping him there.

“You like that?”

You try to nod.

“Of course you like that.” Eddie fucks into you so deeply at this angle it’s insane. “Fuck—ha.” As his head falls back, the pressure on your neck tightens. “Shit, shit im gonna—” He cant even form words, as your warm velvet walls swallow him.

The heels of your feet dig into his lower back. Your full blown sobbing at this point. “Eddie.” You choke gasping for air. Too overwhelmed and stimulated.

“I know baby—fuck.” He growls as he pounds into that sweet spot that has you crying for him.

You come undone around him. Eyes squeezed shut, toes curling. Your hands lazily fall off his back.

His curses at how you contract against his cock him. Squeezing him for all he’s got.

His thrust quickly become lazily and less powerful. Until he lets out one last cry. Bangs sticky to his skin, head thrown back, coming undone inside of you. Out of bodily instinctly, he continues to pump into you until he cums his entire load.

He releases you and collapses onto his side.

The only thing in the room, is the two of you trying to get your breathing back to where it was before.

You swipe at the tears on your face. Feeling his cum dripping down the side of your thigh. “Eddie?”

“Hm?” He lifts his tired head to look at you.

“Hi.”

He smiles. “Hi.”

You laugh, pushing back the thought of facing Patrick tomorrow...

A/N: I think i’m gonna make this one a lil mini series idk. I liked it

Till next time :)

[natromanxoff]

Record Mirror (July 14, 1979): 119/?

THE QUEEN BACKLASH ENDS HERE

WITHOUT DOUBT Queen are among that elite number of bands universally hated by the rock press.

The rancour is, make no mistake, mutual which is understandable. If you find yourself on the receiving end of an inveterate dislike at the outset of your career and watch it being nurtured and carefully cultivated over the next six years you’re bound to retaliate.

Queen’s hatred manifests itself by their continued habit of ignoring the music press i.e. refusing to give interviews. There is the occasional token “chat”, pointless as it is innocuous, but in the main it amounts to a blanket “No.”

One of the last interviews Freddie Mercury gave was the last nail in the perspex coffin. Under a headline which boldly asked ‘Is This Man A Prat?’ the king of the leotards was demolished by one of the old school Queen haters and Freddie obviously came to the conclusion, in its wake, that interviews in future would be both superfluous (he was popular enough) and detrimental.

The curtain, velvet naturally, closed.

Roger Taylor, a little wary, a little weary, sits stiffly in an armchair. The juggernauts rattling the Chelsea Street outside create a sonorous buzz bomb hum in the room.

You expect a member of Queen to look elegant. In fact Roger is only wearing a wine colour mohair jacket, black shirt and blue jeans.

He apologises for being a little late and explains how he went to the wrong address. Roger seems to be the only member of Queen left who is prepared, albeit rarely, to open his mouth in the presence of a hack. A question springs to mind . . . why?

“We all sat around a table before I flew over from Munich to discuss the press situation and we agreed I should be the one to represent the band. Freddie is very uncompromising and refuses to have much to do with journalists.

“Obviously, he’s had a few raw deals with them in the past,” observes Taylor.

Roger himself has a rather low view of the music press.

“Most of it is rubbish. There was something I liked recently, a piece on Malcolm McLaren, but in the main I think I’m the only one of Queen to actually read the music papers.”

Why does he think the band are systemically slagged?

“I think it’s because Queen have always come across as being a rather confident band. We seemed, to other people at least, to be very sure of ourselves. I think the press may have misconstrued the confidence, mistaking it for a form of arrogance. Hence they became wary of our motives which bred a dislike for our music.”

Now that’s what I call a neat conclusion.

At the risk of being sent to Coventry by my colleagues I’d like, if I may, to come clean. I love Queen (you’re fired, Ed).

I think it all began with a simple pre-packed but indisposable line – “Dynamite with a laser beam” and has continued uninterrupted (despite the occasional flaw) right through to ‘Queen Live Killers’.

A combination of reasons, Freddie Mercury’s lascivious lisp – the most attractive intonation known to man . . . Brian May’s reel ‘em off rococo riffs that would, in his capable hands, transform the theme music for ‘Waggoners’ Walk’ into a meisterwork . . . John Deacon’s almost stoic stance, incongruous yet integral . . . Roger Taylor’s intense power, so unexpected from one so slight . . . the ability to go over the top without failing into the trap of caricature . . . a desire to give the punters what they want without pandering . . . that cast iron confidence . . . those nine glorious winter weeks of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ which kept the cold away from my soul . . .

Yes, I love Queen.

Roger explains the story behind ‘Killers’ which features just about every Queen classic which ever found its way into a silk lined memory bank.

“We always knew that one day we would make a live album. I think it was well planned. About 90 per cent of our last European tour was recorded on a mobile unit and we then spent weeks sitting through the songs in the studio.

“The result is a 100 per cent LIVE album. Nothing has been touched up in the process of selection, I think that’s pretty rare these days. Many ‘live’ albums are tampered with.”

The choice of single is unusual – ‘Love Of My Life’. “It’s not so unusual when you hear the way it came out. The song seems to have such a wide appeal. Everywhere we go the reaction to it is the same. The audience are just bursting to sing along.”

The result is Queen’s best single since ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ (that was their LAST one crawler, ED)

As I mentioned earlier the band are currently residing in Munich where they are “experimenting” in the studio.

“We are recording in a totally different way for us,” says Roger who speaks with a delicate London accent only typical of cockneys with dramatic training and David Essex.

“Every time we entered a studio in the past we had a good idea of what we were going to do. This time we started from scratch and the result is amazing. The music is nothing like anything we’ve done before, I guess you could say it’s much simpler.”

And this novel approach to their music also extends to their shows. On their next British tour – in the late Autumn – the band will be playing much smaller venues than they are accustomed to.

“In London for example we went to play to audiences of about two or three thousand in different areas. I think it’s much fairer to the fans.”

But won’t this affect their stage show which is after all a crucial factor for any powerpomp outfit?

“Not really. We will just scale down the show accordingly. Besides,” he says taking another bite out of the biscuit, “we haven’t used dry ice in years.”

The monkey on Queen’s back, as corpulent and cantankerous as ever, has been put there by those who firmly believe the band can never emulate past achievements. Roger is cognizant of its presence but refuses to unpeel its bananas.

“That all began after ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’. When it stayed at number one all those weeks we were kindly informed that we would never be able to make another single to rival it both artistically and from the point of view of sales.

“Yet ‘We Are The Champions’ sold a great deal more and has since become the biggest selling single in the entire history of Elektra Asylum – our label in the States.

“We don’t do the amazingly complex things any more because we’ve moved on from that. We concentrate on the music we are doing now and we intend to do it the best we can, it’s ridiculous looking behind and and what you’ve done.

“There’s nothing like going back on the road to re-unite the bond between the four personalities and strengthening our belief in the band. We are a real working unit and, in my experience of the music business, one of the most democratic bands around today.”

A statement like that cries out to be expounded.

“People think every member of all the bands, not naming any names, are treated equally that is get the same money as their colleagues. That’s rubbish. In many bands there are a couple of guys that get all the money. The rest are on wages. Queen share the profits equally.”

And they don’t have a manager taking his cut either, John Reid departed a couple of years back and now the band themselves make all the major policy decisions. Why did they decide to dispense with the services of a manager?

“Basically because we were fed up with giving other people money. Y’know it never ceases to amaze me how naive those guys are in bands who have just had their first hit. After all this time I’ve forgotten just how naive we must have been at the beginning.

“I mean, everything seems so great when you get into the charts for the first time. You’re living on cloud nine and nothing else matters. But in truth that hit means absolutely nothing. So few people achieve any amount of financial success in this business.

“Oh, you think, you’re really living . . . for a while. Somebody gets you a flat in Chelsea and it’s all free. But one day the rent stops being paid for you and you realise you’re skint.

“Since John Reid has gone the four of us have always made a point of discussing everything together. We have various people working for us but all the important decisions are made by us alone. That way we get freedom of choice – and financial independence.”

My attention is suddenly diverted.

“FORTY-LOVE!” Wimbledon, the Persil White opiate for the hoi polloi squashed in a strawberry crush wrings out its perspiring petticoats on the TV in the next room.  Roger’s girlfriend, an extremely attractive French girl called Dominique, is engrossed. The couple have lived together for two years. Crippled old marriage questions permeate the air.

“I don’t believe in marriage,” says Roger. “It’s simply a contract and the fewer contracts I enter into the better. If you get on well with someone then there isn’t any harm in living with that person – but marriage is something else again.”

They live in a six bedroomed Victorian house just outside London, which is set in 20 acres. Roger has a “tiny” town house in Barnes as well. What’s it like having a bank full of money at the age of 29?

“I don’t hide away from life. Queen have never been one of those ‘being grabbed in the street’ type bands. It may happen when the four of us are together – but when we are out alone we are seldom bothered. That gives me the opportunity to enjoy myself. I go to clubs a lot. I like having a good time. I don’t think you could describe any of the band as leading sheltered lives.

“But I have completely lost touch with how much things cost. When you find yourself living in hotels for so long you never really deal in money as such. Everything is available whenever you want it – but you never see the cash actually being handed over.

“I’ve forgotten what it was like to be penniless which Queen were for years. I guess that must happen to many successful rock bands.”

Another thing that happens to many successful rock bands – they quit the country. But not Queen it appears.

“We have always based ourselves in England and I see no reason why we shouldn’t continue to do so. We could leave at any time but we choose to stay. People believe we are tax exiles because we spend a lot of the time out of the country recording in studios all over Europe and touring.”

And what will happen when the band finally trudge wearily down the road leading to that  ivory strewn elephants’ graveyard . . . ?

“I know it’s bound to happen one day. I suppose I’d take a long, long holiday . . . and then make a solo album.”

[tonymarias]

THIS

this is completely my opinion but seeing fanfic about riff being with a latina character or any character really even though riff is constantly being a racist to the sharks men and women and constantly spits slurs and death threats is really something. (mostly is probably white people thirsting over mike sure is something.). literally i get loving mike he’s spin of riff was brilliant but as a latina is makes me uncomfy. Being a fanfic writer myself I completely understand me about reimagining and having bad characters have development. but it just seems like there’s such a difference between loving and appreciating characters and actors yourself while it is completely OK to love Mike I’m saying that there is a difference between different between riff and mike and those ideas it seems to be the ones getting lost.

[akajustmerry]

something I've observed of late, particularly on tiktok, is people's inability to differentiate between plagiarism, influence, reference and homage. for instance I saw a tiktok with a LOT of views where the user was calling out new pop-punk artists like mm@t, machine gun kelly and olivia rodrigo for using similar chord progressions/riffs to all time low, paramore, blink 182 as if a) the aforementioned artists haven't directly cited these bands as influences or b) directly collaborated with these artists to create new work. another example, a criticism I saw repeatedly of Black Widow (2021) was that the opening sequence "failed to replicate The Americans" as if The Americans is the only other piece of media dealing with the drama of Russian sleeper agents in the US and so any media dealing with that must be judged against it. I even saw a tweet accusing Mr Robot as a series of plagiarising Fight Club as if Sam Esmail didn't say over and over again it was a huge influence on his writing. referencing is a technique writers use, homage is a technique writers use, and nine times out of 10 creative ppl acknowledge the influence of works that impacted and inspired them. just because you recognise the influence/reference and don't like seeing it in a new work that doesn't automatically mean it's plagiarism. stop trying to moralise your dislike of new media where there's no moral snafu to be found. just own that shit with ur whole chest.