#a song of bobs and berts

[thislovintime]

Head premiered on November 6, 1968. (Edit featuring the two Tork songs - in the studio and demo versions, respectively - and a line from the movie.)

“What’s happening as time goes on is that the movie [Head] is becoming a chronicle of an age. At the time, it was just a chronicle of the Monkees.” - Peter Tork, The Monkees Tale (1985) Q: “What do you think of the music from the film ‘Head’?” Peter Tork: "Well, since I wrote and produced two of the songs myself, I think it’s fine. I did ‘Can You Dig It?’ And ‘[Long Title:] Do I Have To Do This All Over Again.’” - Goldmine, 1982 “The funny thing is that the lyrics [to ‘Long Title: Do I Have To Do This All Over Again?’] came to me right out of the air. I was just playing those chord changes on the guitar, and I opened my mouth and that’s what popped out. The song was weirdly prophetic. I had no idea that was going to be my attitude about anything having to do with music when I wrote that song." - Peter Tork, Listen To The Band liner notes (more about "Long Title..." here) “‘Can You Dig It’ is about the Tao. The hook line I wrote in my dressing room on the set [of the television series in 1967]. The chords for the chorus I’d written in college, and [they] had just stuck with me.” - Peter Tork, Head box set liner notes (more about "Can You Dig It?" here) "I think they're ['Can You Dig It?' and 'Long Title...'] the best songs in the movie [Head]. I love both of them. I thought they were just terrific. He had plugged himself into that whole Stephen Stills connection and was working with those guys. I think they fit the movie better than anything did. When those two songs start up in the movie, it comes alive for me.” - Michael Nesmith, Head box set liner notes “Thorkelson expressed a preference for the Monkees’ ‘Headquarters’ album, because it was the group’s first self-performed album […]. The soundtrack to the [...] movie ‘Head’ also is among Thorkelson’s favorites. ‘It was a little tinny, but back then I guess we were a little tinny,’ he said. ‘That movie will always look good,’ commented Thorkelson.” - The Bowling Green News Revue, May 24, 1979 "'When we made Headquarters, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven,' says Tork. 'My whole goal had been to be a member of a band that worked. The next thing I know we're making a movie and it doesn't have anything to do with the business of being in a band together.' [...] 'There's some weight behind the idea that Bob and Bert wanted to wreck the Monkees, to stop it cold in its tracks,' says Tork. 'I've never known for sure. Bert and Bob might have thought out loud: "Let's kill the Monkees!" Or they may have not thought so out loud but at some unconscious level, they were sick of the Monkees and wanted to do something else.' [...] 'It was a joy seeing a movie being made, but I didn't like working for Bob Rafelson,' Tork says. 'I did what he told me, but I can't say that I ever had any heart connection with him.' His favorite scene, in which he recounts what he has learned from an Indian mystic, was actually directed by Nicholson. [...] Tork has seen Head around 80 times but it took him years to work out why it bothered him so much. In the movie, the Monkees are hoodwinked, bamboozled, chased, assaulted, mocked, trapped in a black box and reduced to dandruff in the hair of actor Victor Mature, before ending up back where they started. In the words of the sardonic Nicholson-penned theme tune, 'So make your choice and we'll rejoice/ In never being free.' 'Most people are dazzled by the psychedelia, and that's fine, but for me finally the point of the movie is the Monkees never get out,' Tork says sadly. 'Which is to say Bob Rafelson's view of life is you never get out of the black box you're in. There's no escape.' So how would a Peter Tork cut of Head end? 'There might have been a scene where we get out,' he says wistfully. 'We jump in the water and get away.'" - The Guardian, April 28, 2011

#Peter Tork #Tork quotes #Davy Jones #Micky Dolenz #Michael Nesmith #The Monkees #Monkees #Head (1968) #long read #<3 #Tork songs #Can You Dig It #Long Title: Do I Have To Do This All Over Again? #Bob Rafelson #Bert Schneider #et al #can you queue it

[hhactorauofficial]

Actor Alastor! What's your favorite musical? I know your show counterpart is fond of musicals so surely you are too no? I love musicals too and I'm dying to know your preferences!!!!

Alastor: "Oh! I'm so glad you asked my dear! I'm glad to see someone still appreciates the art of theater! Lord knows Vox- Liam, the actor, not the overlord- doesn't even have the the bare minimum attention span to last half an hour whenever I take him to see a musical. Though, I have been told that my favorite picks are quite... predictable."

Alastor would just smile cheerfully at the camera, rubbing his chin thoughtfully with a hum.

Alastor: "I would have to say that my very favorite was and still is 'Phantom of The Opera'! Most of what you see performed can be left up to the interpretation of the viewer, it's not something you can simply watch and take at face value. Perhaps it's even a little nudge of critical thinking some kids need nowadays. I encourage you to go watch it if you haven't yet darling, the creepy undertones and mysterious atmosphere are quite alluring. Not to mention the themes of the musical are quite thought provoking!"

Alastor: "And while we're on the topic of creepy tones in musicals, I also quite like 'Little Shop of Horrors' which also holds the same ambiance with a dash of comedic showmanship! The songs and the performances are such a treat to behold, hence I may have even taken some points of inspiration from it for Hazbin Hotel as well."

The actor would twirl his microphone staff with a grin, humming one of the songs from 'Little Shop of Horrors' as he thought of what to say next. Most specifically "Dentist".

Alastor: "Now do not also think for a second I would leave out 'Annie the Musical', you'd be a fool! After all, it's where my dear character's iconic quote came from. 'You're never fully dressed without a smile.' sung by the radio host Bert Healy! Quite a peculiar character really, he frankly reminds me of the radio demon in the stages of the pilot planning for the show. Not to mention that the little girls from the orphanage would often tune into the radio to listen to the broadcasts, what a cute little thing! Now, I've heard it said somewhere that both my character and his are eerily similar, and while I would not confirm nor deny if he is another source of inspiration for the radio demon or the similarity is sheer coincidence- I will say it seems to be something like, in the words of Bob Ross, a happy little accident."

Alastor: "I also have an honorable mention, 'Moulin Rouge'! Granted it's set in a time I wasn't exactly alive in, the roaring twenties, I have a soft spot for the old and the antique. It's a shame it's all pretty much gone now with modernity and all that... stuff that comes with it. The dancing scene at the cabaret may have also lent some inspiration to a few traits in Mimzy's character. She's a flapper girl after all!"

Alastor would then notice the camera was still rolling, chuckling nervously and holding his hands behind his back. He looked quite similar to a child that had just been caught red-handed in a mess.

Alastor: "Oh my, it seems like I've been talking for quite some time now. I would say more but I don't want to bore you all, I hope this satisfies your query my dear!"

#hazbin hotel rp #ask blog #hazbin hotel roleplay #hazbin hotel rp blog #hazbin ask blog #roleplay #hazbin hotel ask blog #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #alastor #alastor altruist #alastor hazbin #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor reacts #headcanons #producer favs #THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITE HELP

[mage-ical-character-person]

Absolutely zero people in this neighborhood know how to respect Bert’s boundaries

Like. I don’t even know what to say.

Why is everyone acting like this is normal. Why is the Count’s little song about counting bats the thing that needs to stop. You are holding poor Bert prisoner in this ridiculously uncomfortable situation? And then Bob just starts scrubbing him?? What is this.

Who allowed this.

Leave him alone! Let the guy bathe in peace!

anyway from episode 900

#sesame street #bert and ernie #bert sesame street #ernie sesame street #Count von Count

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

Sonic Youth - Danceteria, New York City, June 30, 1984

Let’s see what’s happening on the first floor! After a few years as a band, Sonic Youth didn’t play a ton of shows in 1984. David Browne’s Goodbye 20th Century bio gives us the extracurricular details from this era: Kim Gordon brushed elbows with Basquiat and Jarmusch at Todd’s Copy Shop. Lee Ranaldo worked as sculptor David Klass’ assistant in Chelsea. Bob Bert was employed as a silk-screen printer, often helping out some dude named Andy Warhol. Thurston Moore, meanwhile, wasn’t traveling in such elevated circles: he was slinging Chipwiches on the mean streets.

But Sonic Youth was still a working band, slowly but surely coming up with the songs that would make up Bad Moon Rising. And, shortly after Kim and Thurston tied the knot, they played a bunch of those tunes at the legendary Danceteria. This is a rough/raw audience tape, but that’s not a bad thing; it perfectly illustrates the heart of darkness that the band was driving towards at this point in their development. Listening to the set this week, it sounded to me like a primal/feral version of On The Corner, all forward-momentum and relentless malevolence — sometimes hard to take, but hard to look away, too. Society is a hole, but it’s a hole this music is trying desperately to get out of.

The Danceteria gig is historic — at the end (after what seems to be a long delay), Lydia Lunch descends to join Sonic Youth on the live debut of “Death Valley 69,” which is appropriately terrifying, with Lunch’s extreme ululations threatening to bring the walls down. Scary stuff, sure, but the song might have also been the first SY song to flirt with real pop hooks. I can imagine many in the audience going home that night only to find themselves humming that riff, craving a Chipwich …

Bandcamp | Merch | Concert Chronology

#sonic youth #sonicsummer #lydia lunch

[saleintothe90s]

490. The 1980 Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, November 27, 1980

(the whole parade is here, if you just want the commercials and highlights, it's here)

Randy Hamilton from the soap opera Texas sings "Deep in the Heart of Texas" with a small child? Who is this small child. I want it to be a random child that they chose three minutes before turning the cameras on. Randy doesn't have a Wikipedia page! Sadness.

Ahhh!! Is that a baby Mark Linn Baker in the GE commercial?!

I love the crowd whooping it up for the cast of One 'Mo Time. I was wondering what was behind them --- I think it was the broadcast booth for host Ed McMahon! Just ... there with the saddest looking Woolworth decorations ever.

What a weird closing card (what do you call that?) for this Child World / Children's Palace commercial that aired constantly. Ok, the bear didn't fall on his butt? That was the best shot we could get?

For some reason Marilyn Michaels takes off her gloves while singing "Watching the Parade go Byyy". That couldn't of waited, Marilyn?

Todd Bridges sang a song about the Summer. I felt bad for Todd, he had no back up dancers, just dancing in the street. Was this a time filler? Loved the song!

A baby Glenn Close was there with the cast of Barnum. I feel like Ed is auditioning for the Star Search hosting gig with this parade. I love his energy.

I love the juxtaposition of Bryant Gumbel thanking the Museum of Natural history for letting people warm up in their building with Doodlebug.

Ed sang a song! When was the last time a host SANG.

I thought Cootie ran over a clown, but the clown deliberately laid down in front of him??

Just for us Hampton Roads girlies, Busch Gardens of Williamsburg had a Loch Ness Monster float! It's still at Busch Gardens! The cast of Brigadoon was on the float.

Ed was trying to find a date for Happy Dragon. He said "I guess now that he's 21, he's free to go out in the evening and date whomever he chooses. So if you have an eligible dragon hanging around your house moping, we might be able to set them up and in the years to come, who knows how many dragons we might have in the parade!"

There was a float for everyone's favorite box office flop, Popeye! I think that's supposed to be Olive Oyl?!

1980 was electric football's year. It felt like it was the only toy advertised!

"Tonka's Bear in a Box! Everyone's favorite!"

Finally, a game that looks like one of my dad's vintage fire scanners.

Cowboys were HOT this year, due to the movie Urban Cowboy, and the TV show Dallas. Modern equivalent to this would be this past Summer's Western Barbie! We even had Dean Butler from Little House on the Prairie sing "Don't Fence Me In" while riding a tortoise. The Lone Ranger even showed up. Oh, and even the McDonalds commercial with Ronald was western themed.

While Snoopy couldn't fly this year due to a leg injury, we had Underdog.

Can we discuss how a station wagon is pulling a float. Later on, I saw an Oldsmobile sedan towing the float with the Spinners on it.

This beautiful phone store.

I feel like by the time we were growing up in the late 80s/early 90s, Kermit had more bad days at the parade than good, but 1980 was a good year for him. Just look at him.

Casper is over here looking like the baby from Ally McBeal.

Bob from Sesame Street sang a song while Bert & Ernie danced. Even Oscar liked the song.

Unfortunately, the entire parade isn't on YouTube. Looks like the recorder only set their VCR for two hours. One of the final things you see is Linda Ronstadt and the cast of The Pirates of Penzance. "I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major General" slaps.

Related: previous thanksgiving entries.

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#thanksgiving #Macys thanksgiving day parade #1980 #ed mcmahon

[neomatcha]

to whoever submitted this to my quotes: LOVE??? nah screw this MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!!!!!Okay, It all started on September 11th 2001, Gerard Way saw the towers fall and he was like "what am I doing with life?" So he quit being a comic book artist and started a band. Calling up his friend Mark, his brother, Mikey, someone he was with in a previous wannabe band in, his friend Ray he met in college (though he was in a different band at the time so he didn't join immediately), and his friend frank joined. Now making the band My Chemical Romance (which was a name Mikey and Gee made when they were working at a barns and noble and Gerard saw a book called Tales Of Chemical Romance so they were like alr swag)So they were like cool okay now we need a song so they wrote Skylines and Turnstiles (which was gerards way (hehehebehb) to get all his feels out of 9/11) and so then they played at this small party, maybe like 50 people there, and yk! They loved it, jamming out to it. So they traveled around to places, agents now looking at them like damn girl this band fire. So, now that they were being asked to be touring they were like shit we like need a actual album (que I brought you my bullets, you bring me your love,, which it follows a storyline of two starcross lovers running away and getting gunned down) so that was like a first plan so they already had something yk? So yk they played around a bit (became friends with green day too) became more popular and so they then needed another album so (que 3 cheers for sweet revenge!! which is continueing the storyline to bullets, but its the guy needing to kill 1000 people to bring their souls to the devil so him and his lover can reunite) And their erm drummer was fired (Mark set gerards grandma's van on fire.. the grandma that DIED) so they hired Bob. But like he wasn't like in the band officially but he hanged around. So they like were like making a music video for I'm not okay (I promise) and Bob was just yk hanging around. They made friends with Bert from The Used (which they collabed with Bert in Prison) and so yk swag shit. So fast forward by a few months every concert Gerard Way like not sober at ALL so he did a bunch of dumb shit and it was getting really bad (like drunk+high all the time) this was also like a REALLLYY low point for Gerard so when they were in the Japanese tour he was like REEALLYY suicidal like their manager had to talk Gerard out of killing himself for a solid 4 hours until he fell asleep. So yeah, he lived, but it didn't actually help so he moved onto cocaine, overdosed on 2.5 grams of cocaine and this time he was like okay yeah I need help. So he wasn't doing drugs or drinking anymore. So yayy!!! Now, they were making a Helena music video, which was dedicated to Gerard and Mikeys grandma which was also close to the band (bob now in the band i think) so that was veryy emotional for them. Then they made newww album (black parade!!!! Which follows a guy that died to cancer and him looking back on experiences and shit) like IN a haunted house, the Paramore house I think. And like it was spooky, what they were going for so REAL!!! Like actually the first part of Sleep is actually Gerard Way explaining his night terrors when sleeping in the house. And yk, they were uber popular, having some of their most fun tours. They finally got a good van to travel in. They got bunk beds, a small studio attached to the van, yk the dream for bands. So more fun stuff, going on tour, Gerard getting into super hero and drawing shit again so then he made danger days!!!! Oh and Bob was kicked up three years prior because he's a fucking cunt. Soo that's also like the time he and Weezer did a collab but we don't talk about rivers. Sooo sigh then comes around 2013, March 22... the band break up.. weeping for 7 years and only having their solo stuff... okay 2019 and they get back together!!!!! So 2022, FOUNDATIONS OF DECAYYYY!!!!!! AND SO MORE TOURS, CHEERLEADER GERARD WAY, WARAHGSGJHGG, AND NOW. 2024. WWWY FESTIVAL IN LAS VEGAS!!! what

#no way im putting that there #dawg #good effort tho #i can appreciate this #sometimes #ok bye #tumblrina

[muppetydyke]

Muppet MainStage September 25th, 2023

“What’s the Name of That Song?” was written by Sam Pottle and David Axlerod. It first appeared in 1974, in season 6 of Sesame Street. The song has been performed many times since then, usually performed by an ensemble.

The first instance of the song follows the residents of Sesame Street as they try to figure out what a song stuck in their heads is. The song starts with David (Northern Calloway), who is then joined by Bob (Bob McGrath), then Susan (Loretta Long) and Gordon (Roscoe Orman) come out and ask what the song is. Maria (Sonia Manzano) then starts singing the song and is accosted by the others asking what it is. Bert (Frank Oz) and Herry Monster (Jerry Nelson) say they know the name of the song, but they do not. Luis (Emilio Delgado) then comes out to ask what the song is (in Spanish). Then Oscar (Caroll Spinney) pops up to ask what the song is and complain. The Count (Jerry Nelson) then adds to the few remembered lyrics. Mr. Macintosh (Chet O’Brien) appears with his fruit stand to join the group. Mr. Hooper (Will Lee) asks what the name of the song is. And the ensemble walks off saying different songs, leaving David to finish the number.

#mupposts #muppets #Sesame Street #oscar the grouch #bert and ernie #Muppet MainStage #I could honestly say more but there are so many people to recognize!! #i love how the lyrics of the fake song are woven in #”something something birds? La dee da dee dum la dee da dee I wish I remembered the words” #genius! #and it made me so happy going through Wikipedia finding all the pictures of these actors #next to pictures of them now it’s just nice #Youtube

[baezdylan]

playlist: summer storms

shelter from the storm - bob dylan

in the land of make believe - dusty springfield

dok dobuje kiša (u ritmu tam-tama) - idoli

martha - tom waits

pictures of you - the cure

i'm a fool to want you - billie holiday

dreams of love - bert jansch

wild is the wind - nina simone

end of the night - the doors

place to be - nick drake

message me a made up title of a mixtape/playlist and i have to pick 5 to 10 songs i think would go on it

#💌restless wind inside a letter box💌 #ask game #ivy these were the coolest <3

[scotianostra]

The Scottish folk singer Ian Campbell was born on June 10th 1933 in Aberdeen.

Ian Campbell was the eldest of four children born to Betty and Dave Campbell, who were described as “Aberdonian born and bred”

As well as both parents and Ian and his sisters Lorna and Winnie, The Singing Campbells also included Bob Cooney, their Aberdonian lodger who came for a week and became, as Hall wrote, “a member of the family by adoption”.

As well as both parents and Ian and his sisters Lorna and Winnie, The Singing Campbells also included Bob Cooney, their Aberdonian lodger who came for a week and became, as Hall wrote, “a member of the family by adoption”.In 1946 they moved to Birmingham. There the apprentice jewellery engraver discovered the local branch of the Workers’ Music Association and joined its Clarion Youth Choir. When skiffle boomed in 1957-58, a splinter Clarion Skiffle Group was formed, avoiding the standard repertoire, they incorporated, what Campbell described as “a political element in our approach”, with Scottish farming material, Jacobite songs and industrial and mining songs being their chosen songbooks.

Campbell’s socially engaged songs guaranteed bookings, but Clarion already had a Clarion Folk Group. “I wanted to call us the Cornkisters,” Campbell told me, “because that’s a name of a type of Aberdeen folk song. Everyone said it was a silly name. Temporarily, because they had asked to book Ian Campbell and his group, we called ourselves the Ian Campbell Folk Group and we never got around to changing it.” He identified two great inspirations: Ewan MacColl and Bert Lloyd, both singers with their roots in socialism.

In 1962 Topic, a label that had begun life as a WMA offshoot, put out a live recording from The Crown on Birmingham’s Station Street. The result was the Ian Campbell Folk Group’s EP Ceilidh At The Crown – probably the country’s first live folk club recording. In 1963 they signed to Transatlantic, immediately releasing their debut LP, This Is The Ian Campbell Folk Group that same year. With a secure folk club base, the Jug of Punch, as a residency, and a record contract, they went full-time in 1963. That same year Walther Klæbel, a young Copenhagen-based jazz promoter, saw them in London. Exultant, he organised their first Danish tour. “We never looked back because twice a year we would go to Denmark and do a national tour […] for about 12 years.”

While living in England, Paul Simon picked up on “The Sun Is Burning” a nuclear protest song penned by Ian, covering it on Simon and Garfunkel’s 1964 debut LP, The Dubliners would later cover the song too.

After Ian disbanded the group in 1978 as a TV editor, most notably with TV AM and as a community arts worker in Dudley.

Although they only released 10 albums and three EP’s/Singles they are still remembered as one of the only folk bands that broke into mainstream music for a while, however their rivals, The Spinners really stole the limelight in the 60’s.

I think though that Ian’s name will always be remember for the band three of his sons have been involved with for the past 40 years or so, UB40. The ethnic make-up of the band’s original line-up was diverse, with musicians of English, Welsh, Irish, Jamaican, Scottish and Yemeni parentage and have had over 50 hit singles, selling over 70 million records worldwide.

Ian Campbell passed away on 24th November 2012, from cancer, he was 79.

#Scotland #scottish #folk singer #anglo scottish #history

[sweetarethediscords]

“Fool Me Once” - Part 4

Pairing: Kacchako, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako

CW: Cheating, Underage Drinking

<- Previous Part | From the Beginning

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To throw an all out rager on campus was an absolute no go.

To throw a ranger at one of the many nearby houses a certain rich kid third year’s parents owned however…

It was perhaps one of the few times being a landlord was a good thing.

Momo had decorated the hell out of it. 

Cotton spiderwebs, paper bats, dry ice fog, and low, Halloween colored lighting. By the time Katsuki had made his way over to the house the party was well underway.

Mineta already had his head in a trash can. Hitoshi and Neito were playing tug-o-tongue with Denki. 

The smell of booze threatened to strip his nostrils of every hair inside them. A bunch of gasps and wolf whistles greeted him as he entered, his costume drawing nearly every eye.

Most of these were underclassmen though, his real target was downstairs. 

Shoji had been updating him all night. Apparently with out Deku’s attention, Melissa had take up flip cup, beer pong, whatever game would keep her distracted and drunk. Ei even made sure to take over the beer pong table from her to have a “couples match” against Deku and Ochako. 

Now she’d been leaning up against the wall for a while, bobbing her head to the music, pretending to listen to Mei ramble on as she obviously watched Deku from a far.

“Bakubro!” Hanta howled, starting off an avalanche of cheers, hoots, hollers, drawing every eye towards him. 

Katsuki caught Melissa’s eye briefly, adjusted his glasses with a smirk, then continued on to meet Hanta by the keg and grab a beer.

“Looking hot dude!” he said.

“Nice Vincent costume,” Shoto added. “I don’t remember him wearing a bedsheet in the game though.”

“Vincent?” 

“From Silent Hill 3.” Shoto pointed to his glasses. “He wears glasses like that.”

Katsuki sneered. “I ain’t no Vincent, Icyhot, I’m—”

“Milo Thatch,” Melissa slurred flirty, running a hand across the blue swirls of body paint highlighting the bulge of his biceps. 

Katsuki’s sneer turned into a smirk. “In the flesh.” He let his eyes roam across the old school librarian costume she was sporting, feigning interest when really he seeing all of the booze and sweat stains on her blouse.

“Evie from The Mummy!” she shouted over the music. 

“We’re Bert and Ernie,” Shoto added unnecessarily. He must have had a few shots himself too. “He’s Ernie, I’m Bert.”

Melissa smiled at him and used her other hand to rub his bicep. “This sweater is sooo soft.”

“It’s very warm,” he replied. 

“Speaking of warm,” Hanta lifted her hand off of Shoto and placed a cup of beer in it. “Why don’t you two go warm up the dance floor a bit? There’s some good looking couples out there, but no one nearly as hot as you two.”

“Oooo yes!” Melissa cooed and tugged Katsuki’s arm. 

“You sure?” Katsuki teased. “I don’t know if you’ll be able to handle my moves.”

Melissa rolled her eyes. “Oh please. Like I don’t have moves of my own.”

He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “Alright. You asked for it.” 

He threaded his arm out of her grip and made his way to the dance floor.

Whether she followed him or not was unimportant. This was all about the tease. The bait.

Later she was sure to bite.

Kyoka had set up her DJ booth, a brilliant set up that could knock a house down at 11 

Katsuki locked eyes with her and gave her a subtle nod to switch the music to one of the songs he’d texted her about.

With insane skill she mixed the current bright bouncy pop song into a dirty, grinding dance song that switched the entire vibe of the dance floor. 

Katsuki knew how to move, that was no secret. With how he fought with his quirk he had to be as agile and precise as possible.

As a kid, hip hop lessons were a way for him to let out his access energy. As an adult they kept him sharp, giving him an edge against villains. 

And now, well…

They had a drunken blonde in a librarian costume practically drooling as she watched him gyrate.

After a bit of peacocking, Katsuki wound up pulling her into the dance with him, hooking an arm around the small of her waist and holding her close. 

He guided her hips with his own, keeping them flush together and in time with the music. He let his nose brush against hers every now and again but wouldn’t let himself linger.

Instead he would subtly shift his gaze away, keeping an eye out for tuft of green hair. 

Which he found pretty quickly, tucked under some sort of brown leather fedora, glancing their way every now and again as he pretended to pay attention to the pretty pink power ranger chatting excitedly beside him.

Katsuki spun Melissa around making sure her ass was against him. 

He draped his arms around her hips and dipped his head down to have his chin rest against the curve of her neck. Holding her like he possessed her.

Izuku’s glance became a full on stare at that. Ochako’s gaze was pulled along with it, finding Katsuki just as the song ended. 

Katsuki pretended not to see her grab Izuku’s arm and start to drag him over.

“Oh my god! Look at you!” Ochako squealed in greeting.

Katsuki untangled himself from Melissa as they approached. “Sup, Cheeks. See you can’t shake the spandex, huh?” 

“Really?” She smirked and looked down at his chest. “See you found Atlantis but lost your shirt along the way.”

Katsuki smiled genuinely at that before turning smug as he looked Deku’s way. “Guess you found a power ranger in the Temple of Doom there, huh, Izuku?” 

Izuku laughed tightly as he smiled. “Guess so. I didn’t know you and Melissa were so close, Kacchan.”

“Yeah. I’ve been helping Specs out with her apprenticeship project,” he said, nudging Melissa slightly. “She really likes what I can do with my hands.” 

“The sweat,” Melissa blurted out suddenly. “I’m trying to see how my universal quirk enhancer would work with physically manifested emitter quirks.”

“Sure,” Ochako teased. “Just don’t play with his hands too much. You’ll wind up with a heart condition.”

She winked at Katsuki. 

“Speaking of sweat,” Ochako continued. “You two vs. us two. Ultimate beer pong championship. With you two in the mix one of us are sure to beat Kiri and Mina.”

“In a bit, Cheeks,” he said. “I gotta go piss first.” He patted Melissa on the head and looked at Izuku. 

“Keep an eye on her for me, will ya?”

Izuku nodded curtly with a tight smile. “You got it.”

Katsuki headed upstairs, catching Eijirou calling, “Midoriya! Uraraka! Rematch?”

Just as planned.

Katsuki didn’t head to the bathroom. Instead he made his way to the roof, took out his phone, and started scrolling through his phone. Enjoying the peace, quiet, and night sky as he killed time waiting to hear—

“He have you seen Bakugou?” Melissa asked Hanta on the patio below him, prompting him to rise and make his way back into the house. 

Katsuki made his way back down to the first floor, conveniently waiting to round the right corner.

“There you are!” Melissa said, hurrying over towards him. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Is something wrong?” he asked, playing dumb.

Melissa grabbed his hand. 

“I really want to dance with you some more,” she said. Her eyes kept glancing towards his lips, lingering over his body. “Please?”

Katsuki smiled. Knowing for certain what would happen next. “Lead the way.”

She all but tore his arm out of his socket as she led him downstairs. 

She wasted no time pulling him onto the dance floor and grinding against him, touching every inch of bare skin on him, leading his hands to grab her waist, her ass.

Keeping her face barely an inch away from his.

“You look sooo good tonight,” Melissa panted lightly. 

“You look pretty good too,” he said. “I like that shade of lipstick.”

“Do you?” she cooed.

“Mhmm.” He brushed his nose against hers. “Does it taste good?”

Melissa threaded her fingers in his hair. “Let’s find out.”

She kissed him. Hard, clumsy, needy. 

It was more teeth than lips. More cheap beer than cherry.

Honestly it was one of the worst kisses he ever had, but he stuck with it. Deepening it, making her fumbled mess loom good as applause erupted around them. The music even switched to something celebratory and gloating. 

They parted to find the entire basement crowd watching them, applauding…

…save for one person, in an Indiana Jones costume, watching on from just a few feet in front of them. Katsuki kept Melissa’s attention away from Deku, pulling her to dance and jump along with the crowd until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Hey dude. Sorry to interrupt,” Eijirou said. “But I need your help with Tetsu, man. He ain’t doing well.”

“Fucking hell, Shitty Hair.” He turned to Melissa. “Sorry. I gotta take care of this.”

“It’s fine,” she slurred a bit, lost in the kiss still.

Perfect.

Katsuki followed Eijirou back upstairs and into “the recovery room”— the master bedroom of the house that had been deemed a safe zone for those who partied too much because of its huge bed and easy bathroom access.

Tetsu was waiting, completely sober. 

“How’d it go?” he asked.

“It went off without a hitch,” Katsuki replied. “Now we just wait.”

“That kiss was pretty fucking epic though. With the music and the cheering?!” Ei recalled excitedly.

“Yeah and she chewed my lips like they were a fucking roast beef the entire time.” 

“Not so cool.” Tetsu said. “Wanna play Kings while we wait? I brought a deck of cards and the Mineta finally stopped puking.”

“Yeah sure. Why the fuck not? It ain’t like—”

Their phones all pinged.

S: Midoriya left.

They all shared a wide-eyed stare of disbelief. 

Before they could say another word their phones pinged again.

S: Melissa’s leaving now too. Mei’s helping her get her stuff.

Footsteps thundered down the hall and past their room.

“I can’t believe I did that to him!” Melissa sobbed. “I just— I couldn’t—” 

“Shhhh. It’s okay. You’ll get him, you just have to put a coat on okay? I can’t let you freeze out there—”

“He’s so mad at me and I— He was the one with—”

Melissa's blubbering faded as they walked away, leaving the room all too silent.

“Holy shit,” Tetsu said. “You did it.” 

Ei’s phone began to ring. “Shit it’s Mina. I gotta fucking go. Tetsu?”

He stood. “Right, acting shitfaced.” He grabbed a half finished bottle of liquor some poor soul left behind and gargled it around his mouth, “Let’s go, bro.”

Tetsu slung his arm over Ei’s shoulders and hung his head as Ei answered his phone with a stained grunt and left the room. 

Katsuki sat in the quiet. In disbelief.

He could hear the chaos unfold just outside the door. Chaos he caused. Because his plan worked.

The fucker and fuckette were dealing with the consequences of their actions and he…

…heard sniffling outside of the window. 

He got up off the bed and looked outside of it, but found no one.

He opened it, screen and all, and leaned his head out to make sure he wasn’t hearing things.

He wasn’t, but the crying was up, not just out. A queasy knot twisted in his stomach. 

He snuck through the halls as quickly as possible and made his way up to the second story towards the little patch of roof he often snuck out onto when the parties got too much.

The sniffling grew louder as he walked closer, turning into a soft cry. 

He opened the window quietly, curious dread getting the better of him and leaned out to find the last thing he wanted to find.

A crying pink power ranger.

“Cheeks?” he asked softly, knowing better to announce himself than surprise her.

Big brown eyes turned towards him, teary. 

“Bakugou,” Ochako whined quietly, voice breaking as a fresh stream of tears rolled down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” Katsuki climbed through the window and sat down beside her. “Why are you sorry?”

“Because you finally got to kiss her and now she— she— she—” 

Katsuki pulled her into a hug, catching her before she could collapse into herself.

“I know, Cheeks. I know.” He held her tight, his own heart feeling like it was breaking in the process. His own anger building.

“Y-you said it too. You said you thought she wanted someone else but Deku? Why didn’t he just tell me he didn’t l-l-like me? I would have understood!”she sobbed. “I’m not as pretty as her or as smart as her or as talented—”

“Uraraka stop it ain’t about that.”

“ I thought she— Why would she have kissed you if he was there?” 

Katsuki’s stomach sank. “What?”

“Was she just using you this entire time to make him jealous? Was this all just some game to them?” She looked up at him, eyes swollen and searching for answers he had but couldn’t give. “Make it make sense. It doesn’t make sense.” 

She fell into an incoherent mess in his lap, each heaving sob and broken-hearted utterance twisting a dagger of guilt into his gut.

He had to tell her.

How could he tell her?

Tell her that he had known Deku would leave her for Melissa and didn’t warn her? 

Tell her he cared more about getting even, about winning, because for some reason he thought it better to be her white knight than warn her.

To try and prevent the class from taking side when he could already tell from the broken murmurs below them that people already were? 

He had to tell her.

He had to confess.

Ochako reached for his hand and held it, her soft finger pads clinging on him desperately for comfort.

Just not tonight. 

~~~~~~~

Next Part ->

#kacchako #kacchako fic #angst #cheating #romance #friends to lovers #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #uraraka ochako #uraraka #bnha #third years #aged up characters #fool me once

[thislovintime]

The Monkees with... (photo 1) Bert Schneider, George Albert (of Cashbox), Don Kirshner, and Bob Rafelson (photo published in Cashbox on September 24, 1966); with Schneider, Rafelson, and Bob Fishof (tour promoter), backstage at the Greek Theatre on September 7, 1986 (photos by Henry Diltz).

“I didn’t have much to do with Kirshner and that which I did have to do with him was strained, difficult and incomprehensible. Schneider I love; he’s a hero of mine. Rafelson, the less said about, the better.” - Peter Tork, Goldmine, May 1982

“When I recorded ‘Can You Dig It,’ the guitar solo originally ran about three or four minutes all by itself. We cut that back to a minute and a half. Bob Rafelson took a pair of scissors and snipped off the end of it. He didn’t ask me to shorten it, which I would have been glad to do. He just chopped it off. Son of a bitch! I have a lot of gripes about that, but that’s neither here nor there.” - Peter Tork, Blitz!, May/June 1980 (x)/x)

“There was one guy, Steve [Stills], whom I liked enormously. Unfortunately he wasn’t quite right, but he had musical intelligence and I went so far as to ring him up and ask him along again. When he realized he wasn’t going to make it he suggested I get in touch with someone he knew, a certain Peter Thorkelson. I might have said ‘Yeah’ and forgotten about it — particularly as this Peter Thorkelson hadn’t even answered the ad and we had a lot of guys who had. Yet I remember I went to great lengths to contact him. I found him working as a dishwasher — not even as a musician, so you can imagine it took a while tracing him. But when I heard him, I knew at once he was right. I was knocked out.” - Bob Rafelson, NME, August 12, 1967 (x)

“Kirshner is shallow, bigoted and minimally concerned with human values. Kirshner felt that by handing us checks he could win our undying loyalty. He had no idea what was important to us.” - Peter Tork, Rolling Stone, 1976

“[M]y personal belief is that Bob [Rafelson] is an evil-minded man. He likes to bring people down. Bob was often unsupportive as a human being and distinctly negative — and I was on the short end of that." - Peter Tork, MOJO, June 2002 (read more x)

“The movie portrays them with not so much sweetness and brightness [as the TV show]. It’s a much heavier and far-out thinking group. I wouldn’t call it uncharitable. I thought it was expanding my sense of who they were. There’s a boxing scene in which Micky says, ‘Take this, you dummy.’ Suddenly the music changes and Peter appears in the corner, Christ-like, and says, ‘Micky, I’m the dummy. I’m always the dummy.’ The point was that he was always asked to be the dummy, so here he’s acknowledging it. But he’s also the one who’s given the longest speech in the movie about spiritual evolution, which he’s learned from the guru in the steam room. I was trying to give him a chance to be himself, but in a symbolic way. He is that way today, by the way. In other words, The Monkees became what they really were.” - Bob Rafelson, MOJO, June 2002 (x)

#The Monkees #Peter Tork #Michael Nesmith #Mike Nesmith #Davy Jones #David Jones #Micky Dolenz #1960s #1966 #Bert Schneider #Don Kirshner #Bob Rafelson #60s Tork #<3 #Tork quotes #80s Tork #Peter deserved better #long read #Tork songs #Can You Dig It #been typing up a lot of interviews/articles so long reads will be frequent #1986 #Cashbox #Rolling Stone #NME #MOJO Magazine #Biltz! Magazine #Goldmine Magazine #can you queue it

[myassbrokethefall]

If I have a happy place or a quiet place or a place that feels fundamentally to me from my earliest memories like home, it's Sesame Street, and if it's Sesame Street it's Christmas Eve on Sesame Street, and if it's Christmas Eve on Sesame Street it's this song, and there's so many little things I love in this song (Olivia and Susan harmonizing together about twinkling lights, Ernie and Bert with their winter hats and hockey sticks, Cookie Monster buying a subway token, Maria and David lifting Oscar over the turnstile, the notion that the greatest wonder of Christmas is that it fills your heart with so much love), but most of all to me it's Bob in this song, his beautiful voice and his steady smiling eyes and his unironic warmth, and his pullover sweaters and his 70s collars and his face that it feels like I was born knowing, trusting, and feeling safe with. Not even my beloved Mr. Rogers feels as primal and imprinted in my early sense of myself as my Sesame Street parents: Gordon, Susan, and Bob.

My family watches Christmas Eve on Sesame Street every year, when we were growing up and now with my nieces. It will be a little sadder to watch it this year. Rest in peace, Bob.

#and if that isn't a true-blue miracle #i don't know what one is #sesame street

[ava-and-arts]

Its time to get to know me

(inspired by someone else but I forgot their username)

Zodiac sign: Aries

Favorite character: 1020(horror of hawin lake) monobert(penguinronpa) Eddie, frank, howdy, and Barnaby (welcome home) bob vesleb (spooky month) Arry, bert, splodge, d10, Phillip, Lady (ttte) professor Pericles (scooby doo) katz (courage the cowardly dog) hyde (jekyll and hyde) Tate (frostbite)

Favorite song:

Pets?: 3 dog, 1 cat, 1 lizard

Siblings: 2

Cats or dogs: both

Favorite YouTube series: spooky month, horror of hawin lake, penguinronpa

Favorite book genre: horror, mystery, fanasty, sci fi

App use to draw: ibis paint

Sexuality: pansexual and abrosexual

Favorite food: ramen, spicy food

You can reblog this

#Reblog #Youtube

[dustedmagazine]

Wolfmanhattan Project — Summer for Ever and Ever (In the Red)

Summer Forever And Ever by Wolfmanhattan Project

Wolfmanhattan Project marshals a considerable amount of garage punk firepower. Its three members are Kid Congo Powers (of Gun Club, the Cramps, the Bad Seeds, Pink Monkey Birds, etc.), Mick Collins (Dirt Bombs and the Gories) and Bob Bert (the original drummer for Sonic Youth, also Pussy Galore and bands led by Lydia Lunch and Jon Spencer), all cult icons in their own greasy, fuzz-busted, rock and roll way.

In 2019, when the first Wolfmanhattan Project album surfaced, it seemed like it might be a one off. After all, how often would these three guys’ calendars clear long enough to add to the catalogue? And yet it was worth hoping for another helping of something so good. My review of Blue Gene Stew asked “Who knows what possessed Mick Collins, Kid Congo Powers and Bob Bert to hook up for the Wolfmanhattan Project? But good thing they did, because here we have giddy garage contraption which combines Collins’ sci-fi obsessions, Powers’ hallucinogenic visions and Bert’s power-house pound—along with a hefty helping of fuzzy r ‘n r mayhem.”

With the first album it was possible to discern which member birthed which songs—there were cuts that sounded like the Dirtbombs and songs that sounded like Kid Congo Powers and one barn-burning punker that clearly belonged to Bert. That’s true again, but not as definitively. “Countdown Love” bucks and wallops in a Bob Bert like way, and “H Hour” has Collins’ distortion crusted, dirty, catchy mark on it, and “Very Next Songs” is equal parts mystic and rocking, as Kid Congo Powers often is. And yet, these songs sound more cohesive, more like each other, than on the previous album. It tastes like a good stew on the next day, all the flavors distinguishable but melded somehow. Could we dare to hope that Wolfmanhattan Project has turned from an occasional goof into an actual band?

Summer for Ever and Ever has its feel-good pop ragers (like the title track), its banging, raging, jungle-drumming pipedreams (“Respectable Pigs”), and its weird sound sculpted intervals (“New in the World” with its distended chords, its wandering piano and its dying rattlesnake tambourine)—that is, all the irregular pieces that made Blue Gene Stew, so fascinating. But the pieces fit together this time in a worn-in, practiced way.

You might look for wisdom from this trio of guys who’ve been at the rock endeavor for this long, and indeed, “Very Next Song,” contains a couplet that defines longevity in the arts or life or anything else. “We make the work…” chants Powers above a thrash of noisy guitar play and thundering beats, “And the work makes us.” Amen to that, and more of it.

Jennifer Kelly

#wolfmanhattan project #summer for ever and ever #in the red #jennifer kelly #albumreview #dusted magazine #kid congo powers #bob bert #mick collins #garage #punk #mysticism

[contrarywiseizybel]

Kinktober 2022

Day 1: Lucius Malfoy/Bill Weasley (Brothel)

Madam Capucine, despite being one of the oldest names in the world’s oldest profession, did not reside in a castle, nor a manor, nor a sprawling estate. Instead she and her business occupied a quaint storefront in the junction between Diagon and Knockturn. The front room was a tea shop, hosting both the well to do of Diagon and the powerful if not questionable patrons of Knockturn. If one were to go past the heavy maroon drapery in the back and up a set of polished mahogany stairs, they would find Madam Capucine’s personal dwelling. A shockingly modest apartment that managed to be cozy even while filled to the brim with priceless antiques. A flat that spoke of a practical minded owner with access to life’s finest things.

But, if someone went down the set of polished mahogany stairs, that was where they would find Madam Capucine’s true treasure trove.

The sprawling cavern, despite being entirely underground, was almost airy. Perhaps it was because of how far underground this secret space was, and how the high cave walls were covered in glowing and glittering rough gems. Fairy lights danced around the cavern, reflecting off the rough gems and giving the receiving room an otherworldly feeling, even by wizarding standards. Down in that cavern was Madam Capucine’s true receiving room, which managed to be shockingly welcoming, with an ornate bar full of the world’s finest wines and a clockwork figure that crooned love songs all day and night.

In this receiving room wizards and witches of high society could mingle with the most beautiful and charming of Madam Capucine’s employees. Thin, ethereal waifs with veela blood running through their delicate veins. Plump, coy ladies with kohl lining their impossibly bright eyes and silk fans hiding their playful smiles. Muscle bound men and women who would watch potential customers while sipping fine wine from tankards that looked more like teacups in their powerful hands.

And among the beautiful and the powerful, Lucius Malfoy swore he had spotted his most hated political opponent draped over a chaise lounge.

The Malfoy patriarch relaxed when he realized it wasn’t that muggle obsessed loon Arthur Weasley, but instead one of his brood of children. The oldest, if Lucius had to guess. A recent graduate of Hogwarts, another in the Weasley’s line of lions. And sorting some horrible diminutive of an otherwise respectable name. Was it Bob or perhaps Bert? Lord Malfoy could hardly begin to guess.

The youth laughed loudly and unrestrained at a joke from a visiting foreign dignitary, far louder than the joke merited. A rough little thing then. But it was a nice laugh all the same. Young and careless, unrefined compared to Malfoy’s own controlled chuckle, but almost endearing in its blunt honesty.

Lucius allowed himself to look closer, admiring the boy’s shape. He took after his father in frame, almost willowy compared to his hearty maternal relatives. But where the senior Weasley slouched and fumbled about, the son knew how to move his body. Instead of stumbling with his long legs, he stretched them on the chaise as though to invite one’s eyes to travel their length. Where Arthur’s orange mess of hair was starting to recede and was never maintained, the boy’s hair was as red as fire and streamed down his back. A back that was mostly likely covered in freckles, if his cheeks and shoulders were any indication.

It was the freckles that pushed the boy from a passing curiosity to into a covetous desire. He had never been with anyone as marked, and found himself wanting to trace patterns and constellations in his skin. He wanted to see the path those little marks took, draped across his shoulders and possibly trailing down towards his navel.

With a practiced hand Lucius waved down Madam Capucine, who despite her age still monitored her business with a sharp eye and a sharper wit. He motioned at the boy, not bothering to play coy. “A new addition?”

She smirked, painted red lips twisting in easy amusement. “Lord Malfoy certainly had an eye for quality. Our lovely William has just joined our little family. You’ve caught him on his very first shift.”

The heat grew, flamed by the possessive desire and the unending need to own anything and everything beautiful. The same desire that drove him present Narcissa Black with his family ring before they had even graduated school. The same desire that pushed his ruthlessness in politics and in high society. He coveted, and he intended to own that beautiful boy.

“1,000 galleons, and I get him for the night.” Lucius offered, refusing to dishonor the Weasley boy with any lower amount. If he wanted to save money or, Merlin forbid, haggle he could go to the whorehouses off Knockturn. Capucine’s was not a place for people on a budget.

That much was evident when Lucius retired to a room two halls down from the main sitting area. The room itself was rather simple, by his own impossibly high standards, with stars and constellations glimmering on a ceiling painted so dark it may as well have been the night’s sky. The furniture was a deep, almost black hawthorn, with elegant engravings all polished to a shine. A large bed with silver damask sheets, stood further into the room, behind a small sitting area and a large marble fireplace. And to the right of the door was a bathroom, one he used to clean and prepare for the night ahead of him. And by the time he emerged it was to William Weasley holding a silver tray of delicacies and tea.

“Good evening, Mr. Malfoy.” His grin was youthful and bordering between mischievous and bratty. “I understand I’ll be joining you tonight.”

“Quite.” Lucius agreed, settling on the velvet chair beside the eldest Weasley child. “If I remember from your father’s rambling, you don’t go by William, do you?”

The boy laughed, a hearty noise that came from deep in his chest. “No, I go by Bill. Picked it up from my great uncle Billius. I always thought we should match.”

The long, willowy body all but flowed onto the footstool, forcing the boy to look upwards through dark lashes in order to meet Lucius’ eyes. The Malfoy scion found he rather liked the image. Long, thin fingers curled around the crystal teapot, hoovering over an ornate teacup until Lucius nodded. Perhaps his father’s ill manners were a choice then, if his son managed to present such a refined image.

“I suppose you were prefer I call you Bill, then?” Lucius asked.

“I suppose. And what will I call you? Lucius? Mr. Malfoy? Sir?” Bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief, “Daddy?”

Only 1,000 galleons for the boy’s first night? He had absolutely underpaid. That would need to be remedied, but not until tomorrow.

Lucius reclined in the sinfully soft chair, legs spreading just slightly and smirk widening. “You shall call me Lucius or sir. Though I can’t imagine it will matter for long, as I have plans for your mouth.”

Like smoke over water Bill slithered off the footstool, kneeling between Lucius’ legs with a confident smile of his own. Bill’s hands, thin fingered and almost delicate, settled on Lucius’ knees and his cheek rubbed oh so gently against the silk of Lucius’ trousers. “Weird time to bring it up, I know, but are you planning on telling my dad about this? He doesn’t know about my job, and I’d rather he continue not knowing.”

The Malfoy scion huffed an amused breath. One hand held his tea, spiced and with just a hint of orange and lemon, while the other held Bill’s head. Fire red hair spilled through his fingers and the length would make for a perfect leash.

“I suppose we can keep this between us.”

The bright grin grew wider, Bill’s fingers reaching up away from the knees they’d been resting on. “Let me thank you, sir?”

And with a sharp nod Bill pulled Lucius’ cock from his trousers, flushed and hardening just from the build up and banter. Lucius relaxed the grip on his hair, allowing Bill to reach forward and plant soft kissed along the length, though when it turned from pleasurable into just teasing he tightened his hold.

Bill laughed, that same deep chuckle, as he was pulled away from his goal. “Sir?”

Lucius didn’t respond, outside of loosening his hold and allowed Bill to return to his work. The beautiful boy was distracted from his task often, drifting his focus to Lucius’ bollocks or even trailing soft bites along the inside of his pale thighs. But Lord Malfoy would allow his explorations, at least for a few moments, before again tugging at his hair.

Finally, with his cock fully hard and curved angrily towards his belly, Lucius used his grip on Bill’s hair to push the boy towards him. “Do not remove me from your mouth until I have finished.”

“Yes sir.” Bill teased with a wink. Instead of thrusting towards the spit stained lips Lucius pushed Bill’s head forward and pulled back. Forcing Bill to fuck his own mouth onto Lucius’s cock. The redhead didn’t fight, barely gagged, allowing Lucius to manipulate him however he wanted.

Tears gathered in those bright blue eyes, but from the playful expression it wasn’t distress that caused it. Bill managed to somehow look like a playful school boy, even while kneeling on his knees, lips stretched obscenely around Lucius’ cock and hands clinging desperately to Lucius’ hips. If he choked it was followed with a muffled laugh, if he drooled it was with a groaning moan.

With a willing mouth and the sharp bite of nails against his hips, Lucius was soon spilling over. Bill gagged, just a little, before swallowing and proudly showing his empty mouth to his patron. Lucius couldn’t help but chuckle at the display.

“Shall I draw you a bath, sir?” Bill said, the picture of professionalism despite the red flush and swollen lips. That professionalism shattered quickly as Lucius stood, dragging the boy with him and pushing him into the plush mattress only a few steps behind them. He smirked down at Bill’s face, flushed under the constellation of freckles and transparent with desire and eagerness, and Lucius’ expression turned almost feral at the delightful picture displayed under him.

“Oh, sweet thing,” He crooned, “We’re only just starting.”

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #Harry Potter #Harry Potter fanfiction #Lucius Malfoy/Bill Weasley

[soundjunglefan]

#DagoH. #Dance #House #JoeBertèft.DagoH. #JoeBerte' #MeGustaSiTeMueve