#stu pot imagines

[xocalliexo]

I wish I was good at art because all I’ve imagined in the last few days is Noodle and 2D loudly singing APT by Rosé and Bruno Mars and getting on Murdoc’s nerves.

[dreamties]

i just watched serial mom yesterday and matthew lillard is in it lol

his character, chip, is also supes obsessed with horror !!!!! we get to see his room a bunch in the film and it's like covered wall to wall in posters and other horror/spooky decor and im totes using it as inspo for whenever the next time is that i write stuff taking place in stu's room hehe >:)

[reimenaashelyee]

Campaign to make The God of Arepo an award winning work and win a literal brick as a trophy for the authors and for Tumblr community as a whole (SUCCEEDED!!!! Update below)

As the artist for one of The God of Arepo comics, my version is up for consideration for the Ignatz Awards for Outstanding Online Comic.

For those of you who don't know the Ignatz is one of the highest industry awards that "recognize outstanding achievements in comics and cartooning by small press creators or creator-owned projects published by larger publishers".

The thing is, winning the award means winning an actual literal brick. Because the mascot is a brick-throwing mouse. So they have to make a bit where the trophy is a brick. Like. Look.

For a long time I thought it was just plain bricks they were handing out, but my friend who won a couple of bricks two years ago had theirs stamped (I saw the bricks in person at their house). So now I am obsessed with the idea of The God of Arepo winning an Ignatz trophy. It will have the honours stamped. On a freaking brick. That's the most Tumblr level meme trophy this comic/story could win (which is also a legit high honour industry award on its own btw don't get me wrong). But wilder than that, the brick allows me to do something. It allows me to smash that break into 5 pieces and ship one of each to the authors plus myself. Writing Prompts, sadoeuphemist, ciiriianan, stu-pot and me will get a piece of clay in recognition for our work with the farmer who built a temple out of stone. The full circle moment.

Imagine the value of this win to the lore of this Tumblr sacred text/folklore. This brick will be smashed and given to the creators, but as a collective folklore, it's also dedicated to all of us on this hellsite too. AWARD WINNING. If The God of Arepo wins I will document the entire process of smashing that brick here.

But we have to make this happen. We need to gather our collective energy and make this campaign work. Please help make The God of Arepo an award-winning story and vote for it in the Outstanding Online Comic category (link). You will need to request a ballot, then submit your vote. I recommend checking out the other nominated comics too. The Ignatz really shortlists good stuff. The voting closes September 8 2023 . LET'S GET THE GOD OF AREPO A BRICK FOR HIS TEMPLE!! LET'S GO!!!! REBLOGS HELP TOO!!

[theorphicangel]

now playing…𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 | miguel x fem!reader

track 002 on ANGEL’S PLAYLIST

“I’ve never known someone like you…tangled in love, stuck by you from the glue.”

Stuck.

Like your favorite magnet souvenir from your trip to Madeira that you won’t dare separate from the fridge. Or like the one time, when he was younger, he jokingly dared Gabriel to lick an icy pole resulting in his tongue getting stuck.

Back then he got so much shit for it. As a punishment, his mother forced him to go out and shovel out snow for the neighbors for free. He called Gabi an idiot for listening to him in the first place back then but they both laugh about it now.

What he’s trying to get at is that he’s stuck.

Well and truly stuck.

Like a fly that flies too close to a spider’s web, realizing too late how close he is and in a blink finds himself in numerous sticky knots.

Miguel’s moment of realization happened on a random thursday. A Thursday which you chose to come and spend with him. It was late, at least it was for you. He remembers when you had described your routine to him, start to finish. You said that sometimes as early as nine you’d be in bed, he scrunches up his nose at the thought – his insomnia immediately rejecting that notion.

So you sitting on his kitchen counter in an old t-shirt of his at 11pm seemed to be a complete anomaly. You keep him company as he cooks a tomato risotto. Your favorite. Gently, he stirs the dish as he silently listens, legs swinging as you ramble about practically anything and everything.

You ended up staying over that night.

And that’s when he realized he was stu–

No, that isn’t the right word…he thinks more glued.

Inseparable.

That’s a word that he would’ve never expected to be using. Not for someone like him; someone who began to grow accustomed to the idea of spending the rest of his life alone. A single coffee mug in his cupboards and a lonely toothbrush in a pot almost became a permanent portrayal of his life.

Almost.

Now you’ve infiltrated his life. His old, coffee stained mug was thrown out and replaced by a matching set. One for him and one for you. Now, his toothbrush shares a space with yours. One that he couldn’t help buying after the first time you stayed over. ‘Just in case’ he told himself, concealing his incessant craving for you to stay over again.

But now, he can’t even imagine falling asleep without you. You’ve quietly noticed how he can’t sleep unless he’s touching you. Either an arm around your waist or a leg hitched over your thighs as you lay in his arms.

After a couple of months, Miguel makes space for you to come in, letting the glue set between you. Now a makeup brush lives next to his bathroom sink, your socks now get mixed up with his, his hoodies are suddenly disappearing and on multiple occasions you’ve accidentally left behind an earring or two on his couch. Now, a small jewelry bowl of your lost pairs is kept on his bedside table, if one day you ever come looking for them again.

Now, he’s ordered your favorite book after you read a few pages to him one night. Your soothing voice leading him to become invested in the plot. Now, he begins to decorate his once soulless apartment, letting you pick and choose what looks best on his walls. Now, he’s thinking about a day in the far future where you buy your first house together.

With each and every waking second that you spend around him the bond he feels grows stronger. He’s captivated, the door to his soul – for the first time – is open by no more than an inch.

At first he panicked at the loss of control. Like the fly on the web. He didn’t think he was capable of loving someone. Insecurity poking and prodding at him every hour of the day. He was afraid of messing up. So afraid that at one point he ended up pushing you away, deciding to break the bond himself. The idea of being glued to you scared him immensely. What if he messed up? What if one day you’ll part, no longer wishing to be glued to him anymore? His thoughts plagued him, following him around like a lost puppy.

It took him a while to grow out of it, to the point where Gabriel had to come over and talk some sense into him.

But…that was back then.

If you asked him how he feels right now, as you lay in his arms for the nth time, everything feels right.

And suddenly…

he doesn’t think the idea of being glued to you is that bad anymore.

reblogs are much appreciated!

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Gorillaz Teacher! AU Headcanons

🍎 Original headcanons ✏️

🏫 Ao3 version 🎒

Murdoc:

• Wait, how did he even get this job and why hasn't he been fired yet?

• Teaching is honestly just a shitty day job for him. Once he earns enough, he's quitting to become a famous rock star with his own band! He could see it now: fame, glory, girls. It sounds like a dream come true. But until he had the money to make that dream a reality, he was stuck as the school's social studies teacher.

• When he quits his job as an "educator", it's going to be very similar to the fuck you scene from the movie "Half Baked".

• He is disliked by the students in all of his classes.

• He has a habit of arriving 30 minutes late to class. Sometimes he'll show up completely sober, while other times he'll show up drunk.

• The pickle has WAY too many political views that he refuses to keep to himself.

• If Murdoc falls asleep at his desk, one of the kids might try to either draw a dick on his forehead and take a picture of it, or they might try to put a 'kick me' sign on his back. But they have to be EXTRA careful or they might wake up the grumpy goblin!

• If he does wake up, he'll be extremely mad and end up giving the whole class a pop quiz first thing tomorrow morning.

• He finds grading papers to be too difficult, so he doesn't bother doing it.

• The only time Murdoc actually teaches his class something about social studies is when the principal or some other important staff member walks into the room to see what's going on. Once they're gone, he goes straight back to sleep.

• He believes that Stuart Pot, the new music teacher at school, is an idiot. He decides to give him the nickname '2D' because he feels that the man is too dense. Murdoc has walked by Stuart's classroom a couple of times before and has overheard him and his students singing while he plays the piano. To hear more, he would usually place his ear against the door. He had to admit that the guy had some really nice vocals. Plus, he's tall, pretty, has blue hair, and both eyes! Murdoc makes a mental note to remember to make that Stu-Pot guy the front man of his future band once he gets the money he wants and decides to quit.

• Murdoc only tries to 'befriend" 2D because he's a music teacher and also because he wants him to be his future front man.

• When he learns that the teacher of the class with the highest test scores will receive a large bonus pay, he decides to change his style of "teaching", forcing the students in his class to study intensely for the upcoming test. However, the kids end up getting low scores.

• He has been embezzling money from the 9th grade bake sale.

2D/Stuart Pot:

• He is the new music teacher!

• He quickly becomes well-liked by students and co-workers.

• Stuart is a nice teacher who carries himself off as a goofy professional who knows what he's doing.

• Believes that every one of his students will become a great musician one day.

• At times, he enjoys teaching while music plays in the background.

• He may accidentally give students test answers when they ask for clarification on a question

• He will write original songs for his class to perform.

• Has an after-school club where he teaches students how to play piano, keyboards, and melodica.

• I can imagine him being an actual teacher in real life.

• Stuart is a bit terrified of Murdoc because one time, when the two were on lunch duty together, Murdoc was explaining to him a dream that he had last night where he launched his car through a music shop that Stu-Pot was apparently working at and had knocked one of his eyes out! “ Oh, uh, o-okay… W-Well, it’s a good thing you aren’t actually going to run me over with a real car, right?…RIGHT?!”

Noodle:

• She has a full real name, but prefers to be referred to as Noodle, which was a nickname she received in her childhood.

• The children generally call her Ms. Noodle.

• She's the teaching assistant for Stuart's class!

• She's kind because she helps everyone in the class who needs it, even the spoiled kids.

• She's in charge of the guitar club after-school!

• She really likes the guitar club since it provides a safe and fun environment for students to come together and enjoy music.

• She's a master at playing acoustic guitar and ukulele!

• You'll most likely find her in the teacher's lounge playing on her pink handheld game player while drinking tea and munching on the candy and snacks that they have in there.

• The teacher's lounge is her favorite room to be in for obvious reasons.

Russel:

• He's a no-nonsense math teacher who will joke around with his students from time to time, but then gets very serious with them when it comes to their grades.

• Mr. Hobbs is skilled at making math fun with a capital F!

• They didn’t do so well on a test? Not a problem! Russel will happily allow a student to retake it, as long as they go home and study.

• He will greet each student by their name when they enter his class.

• Russel has a general concern for his students and desires the best for all of them.

• His students can count on him being genuine

• Will bring treats for the class if they did really well on a quiz or test!

• Allows his students to use their phones once they have finished all their work.

• When his students throw him a surprise party in the classroom on his birthday, he breaks down in happy tears.

• Murdoc's classroom is situated across the hall from his own.

• Russel doesn't know why, but he feels that Mr. Niccals is teaching for all the wrong reasons.

• He really doesn't think Murdoc should be teaching teenagers, or really anyone. Russel couldn't think of anyone less qualified to be a teacher.

• Whenever he's in the teacher's lounge, he likes socializing with other teachers like 2D or Noodle, but never with Murdoc. Russel tries to avoid him.

[demaparbatxgorillaz]

More of 2D and Noodle being fans of Sandman, 'cause deep down, you all know they are.

Also, more of the "Wait and See" memes for you, Mr. @neil-gaiman

[snobgoblin]

i had to

[felix-the-creature]

In my personal headcanon I like to think of blur as Stu's little britpop project he had going before getting hit in the head by a certain car and by the time he was brought around again by the same car he'd lost all memory of it and that's why he never talks about his past band

[almost-sweet-music]

I honestly just melt when I hear 2D sing! Get i get a fluff with the s/o just becoming a puddle?

This is by far the longest I have ever kept a request in my inbox and anon, HOLY FUCKING SHIT AM I SORRY FOR THIS. No, seriously I fucked up. I was attempting to write this three times and each time I got to like… 400 words and realized that it was utter shit. THIS TIME I am semi fine with how it turned out so I’m uploading it.

This was also the last request I had pending but I can’t yet open them since my friend from school wanted me to write her an imagine about Hank Mccoy from the x-men so that’s what I’ll be doing for probably the rest of the week :/

Anyways, enjoy!

Warning: Some sexual innuendos but it’s barely 2 sentences.

Y/F/N if your friend’s name

“Aww c'mon Y/N, it’ll be fun I promise!” Your friend chirped in your ear, trying to convince you to come to some concert with her. She’s been praising them for over an hour now, determined to make you come. She was saying how awesome their music is, how great the people are and something about a…. Satanist? And about some possessed guy? You were hella confused by now but to be honest… You were starting to give up.

“What even is that band anyways? I have no clue what they even do.” You Sighed sipping your tea and typing away on your laptop.

“They’re great, I’m telling you. Besides, after the show we can go get some drinks at a bar nearby.” She wiggled her brows at you. You glanced up at her and smiled shyly. “Ah see? There we go. It can be our…. Ladies night.” She skipped around the room and put on her shoes. “I think you’re going to like the frontman. He’s… Your type.”

“What do you mean my type? I don’t have a type…” You look up from your computer slightly offended by her tone.

“Mmmm yeah you do.” She grinned and left your flat in a victorious prance. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. How in the hell were you supposed to say no to her?

______

You looked at yourself in the mirror and pouted. You turned to your friend.

“Be honest, do I look like a slut?” She looked up from her phone and glanced over you.

“Yeah, you look like you’re ready to gobble up some reaaal cock.” You scoffed at her and blushed. She giggled. “Just kidding! You look perfect. I mean, I’d tap the shit out of you.”

“Jesus Christ Y/F/N…” You turned back to the mirror.

“Hey, you wanted me to be honest, I was honest. Besides, you said it like being a slut is a bad thing. C'mon everyone likes sluts. The only people that don’t, don’t get any.” She said and stood up. She walked over to you and hugged you from behind. “Look at my girl. Finally leaving the house for once in her god damn life.” You huffed and pushed her away. She snorted and pranced out of the room. “C'mon slut, the cab’s here.” You rolled your eyes and picked up your purse, following her outside.

______

You were already hot and sticky. A crowd of people surrounded you as you all waited for the band to come on stage. Y/F/N stood next to you, all giddy and stuff, way more excited than you. To be honest, you were so regretting this… You were dreaming of coming back home and never going on a concert like this ever again.

The hall went black. Music started playing and some time later a group of four entered the stage. It was still all black but judging from the silhouettes at least one of them was a definite girl.

A very much british sounding voice started to greet the crowd and say some random stuff you didn’t honestly care about, still mentally far, far away in the warmth of your bed.

The lights went back on and only then did the scene grab your attention.  Your eyes skipped from person to person trying to see as much as you could through the sea of hands. Indeed, as you predicted, one of them was a girl. Pretty one I’m fact. The drummer was a slightly heavier, dark skinned man with completely white eyes but a really nice smile. The frontman, standing behind the microphone had blue hair and…. Pitch black eyes. No iris… Just pitch black. You were confused… Was this the guy Y/F/N was talking about? And lastly, the bassist. He had jet black hair and he was… He was just straight up green.  It could’ve been body paint but… It looked so real??

Minutes later the proper concert started and no joke… You were blown away. The music was great just as your friend told you. It had nice melodies a practically every song was different from the other. The blue haired boy was a great singer and since the first song, you couldn’t get your eyes off of him. It was like he was putting you in some sort of trance like state. The way he sang, especially the slower songs made you putty and for god’s sake you swear you locked stares with him for a second.

You sort of knew that Y/F/N was looking at you and smirking, but you chose to ignore it an not give her the satisfaction she wanted.

___

“See? I bloody told you you’ll like the guy didn’t I?” Y/F/N skipped next to you, on your way to some pub nearby. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh please, who told you I like him?” She huffed.

“Y/N… I saw it in your eyes. You were UNDRESSING him with them.” You punched her arm.

“I was not!”

“Sure lady, lie to yourself as much as you like but I know what you’ll be doing after you come back home and who’s name you will be moaning at night…” You groaned.

“Y/F/N, please.”

“Oh. so you’re not denying it?”

“Yes of course I’m denying it!” She laughed. You two entered a pub that was just around the block from the place where the concert took place. It was a bit crowded but not that much and you found a table easily.

“So, you sit here, look pretty and try to scoop out some hot peeps kay? I’ll get the drinks.” Your friend said and left you on your own. Some time later she came running back, with no drinks but the biggest grin on her face. She slammed her hands on the table. “Forget the hot peeps, I have someone I’d like to introduce you to.” You were confused bit didn’t even have time to ask questions before getting tugged through the group of people by your wrist. Somewhere in the distance you saw a glimpse of blue hair and you immediately stopped, pulling Y/F/N back a step. “Y/N?!”

“Please don’t do this to me.” You said and tried to pull away.

“Oh come on Y/N! He’s a great guy, I talked to him. He said it’s okay to introduce you! Please, come!” You cringed at the thought of having to speak with a stranger like that but in the end succumbed to her.

You stopped in front of the guy from before. You clutched onto Y/F/N’s hand and hid behind her back. She tapped his shoulder and pushed you forward a bit.

“Hey so this is the chick I’ve been telling you about. Her name is Y/N and she’s pretty damn cool and she’s been looking at you the whole evening so yeah. I’m just gonna leave you two now and I gotta blast!”  She said, seemingly in one breath only before letting go of your hand and jogging away.

“Wh- Y/F/N??” You called out to her.

“Gotta blast!” She giggled and gave you the thumbs up before running out the building. You were speechless and frozen in place.

“What the…” You whispered.

“Your friend is really… Jumpy isn’t she?” Blue haired guy said. You felt yourself grow hot. What were you supposed to do now?

“I uh… Yeah…” You turned to him. “Listen… I’m sorry for this I uh… Won’t ruin your fun and I’ll just leave okay? Great show by the way I’m a fan-” Just as you were going to leave, you felt a big hand grab your.

“Oh, no please stay.” You blushed and looked down. Your hand was intertwined with his, bigger one. He noticed you staring and pulled it away. “Sorry. No but seriously, stay. I’d love to chat a bit with you Y/N.” You kept silent for a second before sitting down next to him awkwardly.

And you chatted. A lot in fact. You talked about everything and anything and nothing and the conversation didn’t seem to want to end to the point where his band mates left and he stayed with you. Finally after an hour or so you decided to go home and Stu - that you just learned, has volunteered to walk you home.

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“Ya smoke?” He asked. You shook your head and continued to walk alongside him. “So… Which song did ya like the most?”

“Hmm? Oh. I liked a lot of them similarly. I really liked the slow kinda sad one. Busted and…. Blue?” He smiled.

“Yup. That’s the one.” He looked at the moving ground and sighed happily. There was a pause where you were both just walking silently when suddenly you heard a faint voice sing. “Where does it come from?When everything was outsideBusted and Blue”.  You glanced as in awe at Stu who started to silently sing. He looked up at you and smiled shyly.

You got that feeling again. That warm flutter in your belly that made you all giddy inside. Your legs felt like they were made out of jelly, ready to give out at any moment.

“All my life

All my lifeBeam a lightOn me I am a satelliteAnd I can’t get back without you.” The way he looked at you when he sang that, although the thought was completely foolish and almost certainly wrong, made you feel like he sang it to you specifically. That probably wasn’t true, given that you just met a few hours ago but you liked to think it was. You blushed at the thought and continued to listen and walk along silently.

He finished not long after. You grinned and clapped a couple times.

“Bravo. That was great! Honestly I’m kind of angry I didn’t discover you guys earlier.” Stu chuckled.

“You seem pretty nice. Nicest person I’ve met in a while actually.” He said, putting his hands in his pockets. You smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. Well I mean… I live with a guy that fractured both me eyes and kidnapped me a couple times. On top of that he’s generally pretty mean. Real bastard that one. He’s green too.” He turned his head over to you. “Uh, you a'ight?” Your mouth has fallen agape and you were speechless. “Luv?” You closed your mouth.

“Sorry I was just… You… Actually live with that person? And you didn’t do anything about the abuse?”

“Well, no…”

“D- Stuart…. Do you know how much money you can win in court after all that guy has done? Why didn’t you sue him yet??” You were almost shaking in anger. How did he manage to not do anything all these years?

“I uh… You know, he was in jail once. Besides he’s been through some tough stuff too. He’s not that bad really. Jus bad temper. He really loves Noodle though. Seriously, she’s like a daughter to him. I’m sure she wouldn’t be happy if he was gone.” Stu said and looked at you with a soft smile.

“But… Okay, what about moving?”

“Wha bout it?”

“Well, why can’t you just move away? At least you wouldn’t be living in the same house as that guy.” Stu chuckled.

“Maybe someday…” He sighed. “Is your place far away?” He asked.

“No actually, just around the corner.” You pointed in the distance to the big building where you lived.

“Oh. I’m kind of sad actually. I enjoyed your company t'night.” He admitted.

“So did I!” You replied.

A minute or so later you were there, by your door.

“So uh… See you soon I guess.” Stu said.

“Hopefully!” You said cheerfully.

“Hey uh actually… Can I get your number? I’d really love to see you again.” You agreed and quickly exchanged numbers before, 2d had to leave. You came back to your flat and immediately flopped in the bed, screaming into your pillow.

____

You got a text from Stu, early in the morning. It was a video.

“Hello Y/N! It’s Stuart Pot, recording from the studio. I’m currently doing audio for a new song I made myself and it’s called Sleeping po-” He got cut of by a voice you recognized as Murdoc.

“Aye, faceache!We got work to do!” 2d turned around and yelled

“Shut up gobshite, I’m doing something!” You giggled and bit on your finger “So yeah, we’re recording a new song, it’s called Sleeping Powder and I just wanted to say that I miss you a lot and I love you and I’ll see you, very very soon! 2d signing off!” He smiled wide and the video finished and after that, you couldn’t stop grinning til the end of the day.

[kindcaptivity]

Sick!Stupot Headcanons

Hello, I am back with more headcanons that no one asked for, but I always wanted to write a post about this, so here we are.

I’ve been on uppers and downers (mainly uppers) and Stu seems like he does downers—just vegging out on Codeine

I would bet that a good amount of insensitive, charismatic, and philosophical stuff that he says is him blitzed on endorphins

Not to be horny on main, but Stu and Murdoc definitely have more quality time when Stu’s whole body is tingling from opiates 

He would buy the sweet medicines for toddlers and nothing else because he’s a picky eater who has (er, had) a sweet tooth

His yellow teeth are exclusively from “medicine,” The Sugar Diet, and never brushing because “why bover?”

Stu and Murdoc justify their habits as “just rock ‘n’ roll, innit” or “trying to find a good dose” for Stu

Stu’s prone to lay and watch the sun slip by on binges

He’s stuck in his head usually, prefers it, and has to try not to be

Screwing up step-by-step hand-eye co-ordination (e.g., tying his shoelaces or plucking strings or doing his belt)

Getting up and staring at the mirror, not sure if he is seeing himself, aware that the holes in his brain are taking who he was

Writing down things for fear of losing them

Relies on muscle memory, so he stays awake, thinking about how he would become financially dependant without music

Fluids and walking around in only pants—only Murdoc is grubbier and he never runs out of bawdiness when he does care

This is projection, but Stu has weird, esoteric, hackneyed knowledge of anaesthetic ointments out of pure necessity

Taking pride in anything medical because mum was a nurse (I’m not sure if this is a popular headcanon or a part of Gorillaz canon) and Murdoc using it as an excuse to not take any responsibility for enabling him

Stu having to do his bandages and being proud, thinking that he looks well fit (Murdoc also thinks so, but that’s not unusual)

Likewise, that G-Bitez storyboard where Stu’s in a full-body cast (Unrelated, but he would ask birds to sign it as a pick-up line)

This is a headcanon that no one is going to have, but I just think that Murdoc likes watching Stu walk about blitzed

It’s usually Murdoc who’s hammered, holding onto the floor to stop the world from going off of its axis (but he seems to enjoy it)

Murdoc will slink into the kitchen, rummage in his pocket, and produce a Potion of Instant ER Visit like, “Look what I found”

I go back to Plastic Beach too much, but it’s perfect for alone time, just the two of them, GHB, Stu curled up, walking about, nothing to do (Murdoc maybe in charge of looking after him)

I am just attached to Stu and Murdoc always hanging onto each other even if they were penniless and sucked at music

Murdoc has a lot more knowledge of medicine from simply living with Stu for decades, but he doesn’t particularly want to

On that note, Stu always smells a bit sick and often walks with a limp, but it’s the type of sweet, sugary, acidic sickness

Murdoc is inspired by Keith Richards, but Keef’s character arc about being looked down upon over missing teeth screams Stu

Murdoc compares Stu to Keef to make him feel better, but Stu is a synth boy. So, he’s like, ‘Wot did you say?’

Obligatory “8th grade piano skills, 8th grade reading skills”

As soon as the pain starts flaring up, Stu is tetchy and out-of-commission for 3 hours—he’s in bed, being sick, cheers

Honestly, Stu “feels out” dosages now that he’s not on a schedule and will 100% overdose 60% of the time, but he has spent most of his childhood on medication, so he is completely over it now

I love that Stu has crowded, yellow, and missing teeth and seems to actively not care when he’s asked about it

Stu and Murdoc are the ‘problematic’ mentally ill people who say, “Right, I’m not retarded” and fight The Man by refusing help

Especially in the first phases, Stu is so slow that Murdoc usually ignores him or is unbearably twee about it to be annoying

Murdoc has an unhealthy obsession with Stu’s “rugged missing parts” and attaches it in his brain to their codependency

Stuart does uppers less than Murdoc because he tends to become anxious rather than manic and feels the world closing in

I think that Stu hurts himself a little when the frustration and shame get to be too much

It is easier for Stu to do downers and help nick drugs than to give a voice to the shame and loss and silence between them

[addicted-with-some-pens-blog]

Can I get 2d with a genderfluid (but female biologically) S/O on a boy day with the S/O trying to pass as a boy but can't and goes through some dysphoria? Sorry if this is too specific...love your blog btw!

Heya! So I’m on vacation now and don’t have good wifi, so my computer is pretty much useless. I can’t format this the way I usually do.

Here’s a short thing I came up with. I’m not very familiar with dysphoria and even though I know what it is and actually did extra research on it, I’m not comfortable writing too much on something this serious which I might not accurately represent. With that said, I apologize and please do leave tips on writing about such topics that I may learn from for future reference! ❤️❤️❤️—————

2D watches his lover with concern as they pace around the room topless looking for their chest binder. Y/N grabs their hair and their face pales as they rummage through drawers, occasionally tossing things they might want to wear out.

“Ya sure ya didn’t leave it at the studio, love?” Stuart asks, scratching his head with a blank look, trying to remember.

“No! I wouldn’t do that! Just, UGH. Just, do what you have to do, go on without me i’ll find it and meet you there okay?” Y/N looks as if they’re gonna break down. Their eyes gloss over, tears about to spill. Their hands fisted in their hair.

“You know i’m not doing that…” 2D sighs. He wraps his arms around them, hugging them tight. Y/N lets out a shaky sigh, hugging back and resting their head in the crook of his neck.

“I have my clothes out. I have everything I need except this. I’m just such a fucking-”

That’s when 2D groans. “Love?” “Huh?” They croak.

“Didja check the duffel bag?” He whines.

“Fuhuhuhucking!” They moan in response, but look at him with a bright smile, ripping away to retrieve their duffel bag in the bathroom.

“Found it!!!” 2D heard coming from the bathroom. He smiles and shakes his head.

[swan-shaped-scones]

Quick Gorillaz Headcanon - Disney Music

Noodle loves Disney movies, and forces everyone to watch them with her.

No one knows how it started, but one day, Murdoc started randomly playing Disney songs in the middle of practice as a joke.

It got a few laughs and helped make things a little more fun for Noodle. Sometimes he would do it just to annoy her because that's what good dads do.

He gained 100 Respect Point from Noodle when he burst into her bedroom and started playing (and singing) his rock version of Mulan's "I'll Make A Man Out Of You"

He was pretty smug at first when he saw the way Noodle's eyes had lit up and how she couldn't stop saying how cool he was.

He later realized that he'd shot himself in the foot when she asked him to make a rock version of her other favorite Disney songs!

Murdoc really didnt want to, but he would just as soon take a vow of celibacy as make Noodle cry, so he begged convinced Russel and 2D to help him.

Noodle ended up with the only 'Gorillaz version' of her favorite Disney songs in the whole world.

Every time a new Disney movie came out, more songs would be added to her collection!

[pink-phantom-imagines]

How the band cuddles

Russel

-huge cuddle bug. Really loves when you lay on top of him and listen to his heartbeat

-will spend hours playing with your hair and giving you back scratches

-loves to murmur about how much he loves you and cherishes you

-likes humming in your ear

-He likes being big spoon, so he can make sure you’re protected

-hugs you really tight

-nuzzles you while he hugs you

2D

-picks you up whenever you hug him (he’s surprisingly strong)

-loves to kiss while you guys hug

-likes to carry you to the bedroom and lay on top of you

-really likes being little spoon

-he nearly cries whenever you hug him, because he just loves you so much.

-usually murmurs about how warm you are (he’s always super cold)

Murdoc

-says he doesn’t like cuddles

-was pretty angry the first time you tried to hug him, but eventually started asking you to hug him

-LOOOOVES when you play with his hair

-loves when you lay on top of him

-usually holds your hips

-he got a body pillow for when he goes on tour, so he can pretend he’s hugging you

-would never admit he likes hugs/cuddles/any form of affection to the band

Noodle

-Shes pretty neutral about it, doesn’t mind but won’t ask to cuddle

-usually ends up being little spoon

-she loves to rest her hand on the small of your waist

-very gentle when it comes to loving you

[stupotimagines-blog]

2D and s/o during a storm. Cuddled up, staying warm? Do both like thunder and lightning? Or do they both hate it? Someone gonna run around the rain like a dummy?

feels good to be back. -mod T

You heard the strike of thunder, then suddenly a lighting flash, and you quickly ran over to your window, opening it to the smell of falling rain. You smiled to yourself, opening every window in the house, letting the smell drift in and take over your senses. 

Stu smiled at this, knowing how much you enjoyed rain, and going to the kitchen to make some tea. With steaming cup in hand, he gave it to you, sitting on the window sill with a fluffy blanket wrapped around you. 

You smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before he pulled you close and listened to the sound of the storm outside.

[head---ache]

What if 2D just talks to Cyborg's head when no one else wants to hear him talk about socks nonstop.

[gorillazstuffz]

my friend and i were talking about gorillaz and she sent these-

i am dying