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itsmealaiah · 2 months
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js watched american satan and holy fuckk
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me seeing THAT scene 😩
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The top FOUR bands from this poll will go through! Good luck!
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th0ughts-pr4yers · 3 months
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Just finished watching Paradise City for like the 100th time and the Johnny Faust brain rot is back, holy fuck… 🫠
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Gifs not mine, credit to owner
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kosmos-chataigna · 17 days
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Me against the devil - music video from Paradise City show
Featuring Andy Biersack, Bella Thorne, Ben Bruce, Booboo Stewart, James Cassells
(c) kosmos
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clobeast · 17 days
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Johnny Faust - American Satan
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Every single member of the Relentless want to fuck Johnny
No I will not elaborate
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undinegeist · 10 months
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don’t want to live without you
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Johnny
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“Hey.” She speaks first; I’m scared, cold, shaking, outside and inside.
“Hey.”
“How was the fest?”
“Great, yeah. I’m…I’m exhausted, it was so crazy, but it was awesome too.”
She grins, and I melt, though I try not to show it.
“I saw one of the streams…you’re done collecting bras for real?”
I’d stopped doing that for Gretchen’s sake when we got back together, not caring that it made me look uncool; it was force of habit more than anything, plus it made me less of a dinosaur…Y/N’s always had a different way of thinking though.
“Are you disappointed?” I can tell she’s something that isn’t nice.
“Yeah, but…just a little.” She laughs, makes a square with her fingers, sort of nervous, but I feel something warm inside. “I like you, I just…want you to have fun. Refusing bras sounds boring.”
“I’ll…I’ll keep that in mind for the next tour.” All I can hear, though, are the words ‘I like you,’ on endless repeat in my head.
“Cool…I’ll watch for that.”
“Maybe…maybe you’ll be watching from side stage.”
Her eyes glitter, and my heart’s beating so hard, I feel dizzy with it…I’m caught between wanting to slip the words back in and the thought of holding her.
“Only if you’ll let me keep them.” She smirks…and then she’s hugging me; I feel like I could fly, better than any high.
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Y/N
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He feels different, skinnier, but underneath that, I missed him so much I don’t care that he’s dressed to the nines, wearing things I’d twist my nose at…I’ll still twist it, but never hard enough to hurt him.
“I…I really missed you.” He has his fingers in my hair, but I don’t mind, unlike with most people.
“I missed you, too.”
He sighs. “Why didn’t I ask you to come with me?”
I move back just enough to look up at him, resting my chin on his chest. “Because we’d just gotten fucked out of our minds and had things to sort out before we did whatever it is we’re going to do.”
“So…we’re going to do it? You still want to?”
If this was before, I’d run from the breaking in his voice, chase it with a high, fuck whoever I could find to pretend I didn’t want him…I know there’s no way around it now, even if it scares me, even if one of us goes before the other…I can never let him go, no matter how hard I try.
“I don’t want to live without you.”
He shivers, moves closer. “Is it cheesy if I kiss you?”
“Let’s give our audience what they want.”
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Johnny
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She smirks, and I can’t take it, I’ve waited so long…she moves first, though, faster than me, and it barely seems to matter that I’m too tall for her; she reaches most of the way on her own, and then our tongues are flicking past each other’s, and it feels like we’ve never done this before.
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Maya
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Elias sighs, and I turn to follow his eyes; Johnny and Y/N kissing, thankfully not in the limelight this time…the damage control before was the worst.
“I guess it’s finally happening, huh?”
“Did you ever think it wouldn’t? After the shenanigans at the pool in the UK…”
“That was what I thought would kill it. Plus…I thought it’d be Lily, not Y/N.”
I shudder. “Thank God it’s not Lily.”
He nods, but he’s distracted. “Well…I guess he’ll need a new assistant.”
“No, I won’t.”
He comes out of nowhere, arm around her, and though I’m not surprised, Elias starts.
“You’ll be giving me a heart attack, moving like that, kid.”
He’s laughing, patting Elias on the shoulder. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll be louder next time.”
“That’s the only thing I miss from your wasted days…we could all hear you coming a mile away.”
Johnny rolls his eyes, but he’s smirking. “Thanks. Listen…we’re gonna duck out for a minute.”
“To go where?!”
“Nowhere dangerous, promise.” Y/N looks him straight in the face, and that calms him; he’s always trusted her when it comes to Johnny, though his eyes narrow a moment later.
“You’re not getting matching tattoos, are you?”
The look in both their eyes give them away; Elias is going red in the face, and honestly, it’s funny.
“It’s Christmas Eve, we’re in the snow, where are you even going to find someone at this hour?! If you make them visible, how will we explain it when you’re seen together working, it’s…”
“El, please…” Oh God. They look too amused; I’m worried. “Come on. Johnny has a million tattoos, what’s one more?”
“Plus, we’ll be getting them somewhere with restricted access.” He does something with his tongue that has me trying not to laugh - or gag - though Elias only goes redder.
“Not on your asses!”
They’re laughing as they leave, passing Adam and Janis out the door, gone, though Elias is still sputtering like their mad old grandpa…
“What is going on here?” Adam, as ever, is puzzled, staring after them…and their held hands.
“They’re going out to get matching tattoos! On Christmas Eve!”
The indignation. I can’t hold it any longer; I’m laughing as he goes on a tirade, completely unnecessary, part of his charm. One of my favorite things about him.
“Wow. Never thought I’d see that happen.”
“I did.” Janis pipes up.
“Of course, of course you did, my love. So perceptive.” She hits him for his sarcasm, and somehow, he’s chasing her around the house.
I turn to Elias. “Well.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know what to do with all these damn kids.”
“Wait til the rest get here.”
He side-eyes me. “You’re the Devil, woman.”
“Nah, I’ll help you with them.”
“Thank you.”
We go to the kitchen, get started on dinner…before long, Vivian’s mother is helping, and then so is Vic; the house is full, Johnny and Y/N get back from the tattoos they refuse to speak about or - much to Elias’ relief - show.
Eventually we all sit down to eat, and it feels strangely safe…a place I never expected to get, with all these people who have suddenly become a better family than the one I came from.
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based on my top favourite movies would you trust my opinions?
Un Chien Andalou (Salvador Dahli 1929)
Donnie Darko (Richard Kelly 2001)
Saw I (James Wan 2004)
American Satan (Ash Avildsen 2017)
Barbie (Greta Gerwig 2023)
Oppenheimer (Christopher Nolan 2023)
Napoleon (Ridley Scott 2023)
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bi-emo-bitch · 7 months
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So when was anyone gonna tell me that ANDY BIERSACK was in a movie called American Satan with Boo Boo Stewart???? And it has a spinoff show with KELLIN QUINN????
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wcnderusgifs · 2 years
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CLICK HERE , also linked in source , to be redirected to 300 gifs sized 268 x 150 of ANDY BIERSACK   —   whom was born in 1990 , is caucasian ( german, irish, english, & scottish ) , an actor & singer    —   in AMERICAN SATAN. pls note: this is only part 1 of i don’t know how many.
do not use to portray real life people or in celeb rps
do not claim as your own
do not use to write / against minors
do not resize or use in crackships / manips
feel free to edit the color because i didn’t
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petalsbleedingbeak2 · 6 months
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itsmealaiah · 2 months
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Still interested?
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tags/ warnings: reader and andy being friends when they were younger, andy leaving reader and leaving her alone when the band gets bigger, them reuniting years later, p in v, head (m receiving), cursing, mentions of loneliness/ depression.
pairing: andy black x fem
also i got inspo from @buckyalpine so go check their stories out their amazing ❤️
MDNI ⚠️
a/n: finding myself more, trying to get better at writing, expanding my horizons ❤️
your POV:
1998
"Andy!" I called out, rushing over to his house, elated to see him after the very-seemingly long day of school I had endured, knocking rapidly on his front door, waiting for him to answer. A smile was permanently etched onto the features of my small face, impatiently getting bored as I heard footsteps reach the screen-door, signaling he was here. I nearly squealed in pure excitement. "Hi!" I giggled when he stepped out, engulfing him in a tight hug. He coughed, and I backed off. "Sorry, just so happy to see you" I was very hyper, practically bouncing up and down with joy.
"wanna go play on the playground?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. He nodded, and we ran off, laughing at stupid things he said. When we got to the park, I called "dibs!" on the swingset, and he groaned, dashing after me. "come on y/n! that's not fair!" He whined, moving to the side so he wouldn't get hit by my swinging. I stuck my tongue out teasingly, and he grabbed the chains of the swing. "Off" he demanded.
"No" I replied, still mildly swinging back and forth. He halted it to a complete stop, hands grasping the rough metal. "hey!" I complained, trying to start a rhythm once again, but he shut it down. "my turn" he pushed me off, and started to swing, leaving me on the woodchips covering the ground. I grumbled, stomping my feet as I trudged away slowly, anger coursing through my veins.
I went up and down the slides a few times, getting bored by the fifth time. I glanced over at andy, who was still laughing, enjoying the sweet swingset he had forced me off of. "rude" I whispered under my breath, going onto the monkey bars, and slipping when I tried to leap for the other. I winced as my hands now felt sore, trying to soothe the skin as my chest heaved up and down, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. "y/n!" I heard someone yell, and saw andy sprinting towards me, his face deeply worried for me, as I sat helplessly on the spiky chips of the small wood. "are you okay?" he breathed as he reached me, checking me for any injuries or bruises, to which he found one, not too big.
I felt a hot tear make its way down my cheek, and he picked his head up, glancing at the watery mark, wiping it quickly. "hey hey hey, you're fine, don't cry" he pleaded, bringing my sorrowful frame up with him, still a little wobbly. He pulled my left arm over his right, and began to lead me back to his house. I felt more tears glide down my face, sniffling each time as he sent me more worried glances at each little noise that escaped my pink lips. It took a while to reach his home, me being quite heavy for him to drag me along, while I was currently tearing up.
He opened the door, setting me down on his couch, and went to get an ice pack, his mom calling around the house for him. "andy? that you?" she yelled. "yeah mom! y/n slipped on the playground so I brought her back" he responded, and I felt my cheeks get hot with embarrassment. I shrunk into the couch, feeling incredibly small as his mom made her way towards my small body, seeing my tears and how I felt about the whole situation.
Andy walked into the living room, seeing his mom next to me, whispering small words of reassurance as he handed her the pack of ice, and she placed it on my bruise. "Hey, you're going to be okay, everything's fine" they told me, and I believed them, a smile forming on my wet face.
2007
"hey, you're going to be okay, you know that right?" Andy asked, and I nodded, tears coursing down my face and neck, soaking my shirt as I couldn't stop them. He hugged me, attempting to comfort me in some way, but it didn't work, as I continued sobbing into his arms, my heart breaking at the thought of him leaving for God knows how long to go on tour, produce new records, make new albums and music. I had been quite a supporter of the band since its inception nearly a year ago, but I never knew they could go on tour so soon.
I didn't let go, knowing if I did, I would never be able to do anything ever again. Who knew how long they would be on tour? Would he ever return, to be with me? I had almost convinced myself that he would never dare to show his face in this small, desolate town ever again, afraid he wanted to get away, to never come back, that I would have to start a family without him, the man i'd loved since forever.
However, I had to let go, and when I did, my heart shattered, watching him get onto the tour bus, the final waves from him doing little to calm my aching heart, seeming like it was going to burst out. I didn't come out of my room for months on end, interests? lost. Passions? didn't matter. I knew I had fallen into depression, with not being able to cope with whatever the hell I was feeling.
I had to move on, somehow, I couldn't keep thinking about him when he had made his choice to desert his family, his closest friends, and needed to get over myself, no matter what it took.
2012
Andy's POV:
it had been years of no contact from y/n. I had no single clue how she was doing, or how she was holding up. From what I had seen the day I left to go on the road, I knew it was already taking its toll on her, the heavy streams of sobs on my shirt and neck making it abundantly clear she was broken, and was going to be broken until I came home.
I needed her, and she needed me just as much. It broke me, seeing her sad face as we drove off, leaving her on the driveway of my childhood home. I didn't know whether or not she still cared, or if she even thought about me anymore. I know I did, everyday, all day, into the depths of the night, the break of the day when the sun streamed through the curtains of my bunk, it was excruciatingly painful, not seeing my girl, the one I had loved for a lifetime.
I had cried that night too. the first night was the hardest, my body sore from the no sleep I had received that night, my head pounding from the constant ache of my sobbing. I had gotten into drinking not too long ago, and everytime something would come up about her, a memory, or a mention, I drank it away, repeating that cycle everytime it happened. I didn't care much anymore. I sang, I did what the managers of the record labels asked, be present and sober-looking enough on stage so no one could really tell what I was putting me and my body through.
Going out to a bar tonight was what I had convinced myself would be best, get her out of my mind once and for all, make her evaporate, leave no memory of her behind, but when I entered, I saw her. My beautiful girl, and my heart nearly stopped. I gasped, my head spinning when my eyes laid on her dancing frame. She didn't seem sober.. at all? That was out of character for her, I couldn't believe what I was seeing at all. She never drank, even when she was peer-pressured, sometimes by me.
Her curves were shown perfectly by the dress, swinging around just as she did on that swingset all those years ago. it barely covered shit, the back as non-existent as our contact these past months. My eyes were heavy with tears, tears I didn't know what from. I melted at the sight, she looked so happy, dancing like her life depended on it.
I began to make my way over to her, giddy with the feeling of seeing her again. I reached for her arm, gently sliding my fingers against it, hoping she'd notice. She didn't, so I tapped her shoulder a little bit harder, and she turned around. Her face went from happy and carefree to angry in a millisecond. She slapped me on the arm, pushing me back as I gasped. "Y/n?" I rasped out, trying to calm her down. "Don't you even think about it" she growled, a hand now placed on her hip as she fumed.
"It's me" I tried to hold my tears back, my heart breaking once again. "I know it's you dipshit, i'm not that drunk" she sighed. "Why are you here?" she questioned, and I noticed she was barely able to stand up straight, leaning on her leg for support. "Y/n, how many drinks did you down tonight?" I said warily, grabbing her arm so she was able to stand up better. "Not too many, like..fourteen?" she asked, tilting her head up so she could think. "Fourteen?!" I yelled, and she nodded. "Yeah fourteen sounds about right" she shrugged, and now I was angry, angry at myself, angry at her for letting herself get like this.
I pulled her out of the booming place, dragging her to my car. We had been able to book a hotel for the night, an amazing comparison to the hard bunks on the bus. "Hey! Where are you taking me?" she slurred, trying to release herself from my grip, but to avail, she failed and sighed. I placed her in the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt and began to drive. she looked like she was going to pass out, her eyes fluttering open and closed within each second. "no, no, y/n, stay the fuck awake, okay? just a few more minutes" i breathed, beginning to speed up and push the accelerator.
When I finally got back to the place, I dragged her in under my arm, just like when we were kids. I lugged her up the elevator, her drunken body heavy as hell, ready to fall down at any given moment. I pressed the button for my room, and waited. y/n was making small whimpers, whines, and groans as she swayed back and forth, and I was getting more anxious. The doors flew open and I immediately took her out with me, stringing her along to my suite. I slid the card, and opened the door, placing her on the bed, grabbing pain relievers and water.
I forced her to take them, and seeing she was beginning to sober up, which made me sigh in relief. "Hey princess, you doing okay?" i sat down next to her, rubbing her back as i pulled her into my embrace, wrapping my arms around her. I heard her sigh, and I tried to get a better angle of her, to try and see her. she looked like she was crying, and my heart shattered once again that night. "I missed you so much" she sobbed, burying herself into my chest.
"I felt like I couldn't live without you andy, it was hell for me" she whined, and i ran my fingers through her knotted hair, and she leaned into my touch, sighing while the tears ran down her face, ruining her makeup. "I missed you too princess" i caressed her face, rolling her over so she could see me. "really?" she sniffled, wiping her eyes. "yup, all day, sometimes i couldn't even get out of bed because all i thought about was you"
"and now you're here, with me, and i couldn't be any fucking happier, i'm never letting you and me slip apart ever again" I assured her, kissing her lips gently as she gasped into my mouth. I backed away, my head mere inches from her soft lips as I awaited for a response a nod some-
"do that again, please" she begged, she fucking begged, and I smiled, kissing her lips softly, tracing the edges with the tip of my tongue, hands on either side of her beautiful face. It seemed like a miracle to have her back in my arms, holding her, kissing her. She moaned into the kiss, cinching her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. I ran my hands up and down her body, rubbing the sides, anything I could get my greedy hands on. She whined, lifting her hips up subconsciously, and I chuckled darkly. "need me that bad, huh?" I teased, and she nodded frantically. "gonna let me undress you?" i questioned, hands sliding to her dress, grazing over the thin, barely existent straps holding it up.
She let out a small 'mhm' and i seized it, baring her body to me as I sucked in a breath, seeing how her nipples poked through the fabric of her bra, desperately seeking friction as I pulled the lace down, and I latched my tongue onto one, sucking the bud fiercely and harshly as she writhed beneath me, kneading the other roughly, as she moaned and whimpered, beginning to yell my name. "patience baby, you're doing s'good, don't wanna have to stop" she only let out a small noise in response, seemingly begging for more.
I stopped my actions, and she grumbled. "be a good girl and don't test me, got it?" I smacked her side and flipped us over so I was lying down on the pillows, still fully clothed. "take em off baby, ev'rything" I demanded, and she obliged, unzipping my low rise jeans, and relieving me of my boxers, the tent painful as fuck before she took them off, throwing them across the room.
"what should I do now?" she asked, her eyes weary and innocent. Had she not fucked anyone all those years I was gone? "suck" I commanded, placing her head onto my dick, her lips wrapping around it as she quickly deepthroated me, swallowing me whole as moan after moan escaped my throat. "ngh, doin' so well baby, keep going" i urged her on, my hips bucking up in her face as she bobbed her head up and down, her tongue sometimes slipping against the underside of my cock, to which I cried out each time, her tongue now abusing the swollen tip that leaked pre-cum, all while looking up at me, trying to get the knowledge she was doing it right, she was making me feel good.
"oh god baby" i groaned as my orgasm approached quickly, the tightening sensation becoming more unbearable by the second, each lick, each suck of her dirty little mouth driving me insane, fueling me enough to release my cum down her throat, some spraying on her face as she looked to me again for instruction. "swallow" i stuttered, trying to hold myself steady, my thighs shaking and my head a little woozy.
She fell limp against the bed, and I took the chance to get on top of her again, flipping us over once more, and didn't even give her time to get used to me, I just thrust in, and she whimpered, her face etching in pain. "ow" she complained, and I realized from earlier she wasn't quite used to sex, particularly any type of sexual act. I sighed, pulling out so she could get used to the feeling, that it wouldn't hurt so much the second or even third time, hopefully all with me.
I slowly slid in, holding her hand the entire time, making sure she was okay, that she was holding up well, and when she gave me the okay to began, I still held her hand, my other pushing her legs up to her chest so I could thrust harder, deeper, to make her feel what I felt only seconds earlier.
"I'm going to fucking ruin you" I growl, and she shivers, scared. "You gonna let me ruin this good little pussy? gonna let me cum in it?" I tease once again, and she nods, a shriek escaping her lips. "yes! oh god yes!" she screams. "andy! so good-mmph!" I nearly collapse at the sound of my name leaving her pretty, parted lips as she wails from the pleasure, making me thrust harder and harder, and I dig my rough fingers into the sides of her hips, not caring if they'll leave marks.
she gropes my hair, trying to hold onto any and everything she can so she doesn't fall flat against the bed, and I let out a small groan, hips snapping up against hers in a fiery manner. She lets out multiple sounds of praise, begging for more, for me, but I feel another orgasm coming, and the tightening sensation also coming back as I repeatedly hit her cervix, bruising it, and I know she's close too. I moan loudly as I release myself in her warmth, her cum spreading across my lower abdomen as she releases, falling limp on the bedsheets, eyes shutting and opening back up within spurts.
"did s'good baby for your first time, promise there'll be more" I reassured, kissing her forehead, tucking her into the covers with me as we both fell asleep, wrapped tightly in each other's embraces.
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leeby-deeby · 6 months
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Requests are open!
current fixations: Creepypasta Slenderverse American Horror Story Alice In Borderland American Satan
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arcticsctan · 7 months
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☃️❄️ Lela Mayflower ❄️☃️
• part time Bartender at southside
•cold woman
• graduated at Manhattan College
• moved to LA to dance, serve
• She devil’s bitch
Rp only. Feel free to hmu
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kosmos-chataigna · 20 days
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Bella Thorne & Andy Biersack - Paradise City S1 trailer
(c) kosmos
Salut j'entre dans le game des gifs & des crackship
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wednesdaythesecond · 8 months
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My hair is the exact amount of blonde and greasy and there's just a bit of eyeliner underneath my eyes and it's making me look like the super hot rapey bassist from one of my favorite movies
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