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siredtosturniolos · 21 days

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Wild Thots

Paring: Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: You’ve only been recently dating Matt, and you can’t help but rewatch one of his most famous TikToks, and when Matt notices the same sound on repeat he can’t help but get a little curious as to what you’re up to.

Warnings: None! (first pov)

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So don't you worry 'bout them bitches I don't entertain them

Matt’s singing along to the lyrics in a blue shirt, headset over his ears. I bite my lip as my eyes glance around my screen, the TikTok audio repeating as it continues to play.

They only want me 'cause I'm famous

The way he subtly crosses his arms to show off his tattoos. His sexy little half smirk as he continues to sing along has my heart skipping a beat. He licks his lips making my thighs clench together, how the hell can this man be so fine? How the hell did I manage to bag him?

I'm A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie but just call me baby

The way he looks off camera and changes his facial expression has me biting my lip, I need to tell Matt to stream again. Matter of fact, I wanna hear him call me baby more, he just looks so pretty saying it.

And I be rollin' with the gangstas

The way his mouth curls as he says gangstas and his head slightly shakes, does me in. I must’ve been too lost in my trance because when I lock my phone and take a deep breath, I see Matt leaning against his door frame, that same sexy smirk on his face. My cheeks flush as I realize I had been caught, and quickly scramble to hide underneath his silk sheets.

“You don’t get to hide from me.” He laughs as he shuts the door behind him, before slowly walking towards the bed.

I let out a huff, “Leave me here to die in embarrassment.” I jokingly plead, before the covers are suddenly yanked from my grasp and Matt is grinning down at me.

“You gotta see what I filmed while I was at the warehouse.” He spoke, joining me on the bed. I shuffle to make more room for him, just to be dragged into his chest.

He opens TikTok on his own, and hits the profile at the bottom of the screen, then goes to his drafts. He clicks on the most recent one, and I hear the infamous song begin to play.

“Shut up.” I gasp, watching as he starts singing along. He’s got a slight stubble, his fluffy hair looks so grabable, and I nearly whine as he lifts the camera above him slightly and holds eye contact with it.

“Get away from me!” I whine, shoving him away. “I can’t handle this.” I continue, flopping onto my back as Matt is laughing. I cover my red cheeks with my hands and attempt to roll away from him, but he quickly flips our position. Now I’m resting on top of him, my legs on either side of his hips. He slightly sits up to lean against his headboard, then takes my hands off my face.

“I love that I have this effect on you.” He grins at me, placing kisses over my warm cheeks. I roll my eyes in response, settling for wrapping my hands around his neck, playing with his hair.

“I can’t help it.” I tell him, making him pull back to look at me lovingly, “You’re just too hot to handle.” I tease him, making him groan.

“That was corny.” He tells me, making me nod in agreement, “Doesn’t mean it isn’t true though.” I say with a slight laugh, as Matt pulls me in for a kiss.

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo’s #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo smut

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soundbulb · 14 days

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I feel like drake just keeps trying to do his nonchalant laughing it off hyperonline schtick that worked with meek mill (the only beef he ever won) and he doesn't realize he'd actually have to switch it up. I don't think his strategy or persona are why he beat meek mill, I think he beat meek mill because it's meek mill. did you win or did he lose, you know. kendrick got famous off what I would call a very magnetic and ghoulish intensity. like he's always taken on very heavy material and he specifically doesn't want to cover up the amount of intensity and effort and emotion on display. so that's what he's doing here, he's like "I'm the biggest hater" and "I think he should die" and shit he is ❌NOT❌ trying to look unbothered. so drake is still trying to, but he doesn't know how to balance the heaviness of the shit he's slinging with an actual funny affect. like "tryna strike a chord and it's probably a minoooooooor" and "WHAT IS IT? THE BRAIDS" is just objectively funny as hell. calling someone a pedophile on a dj mustard beat is funny. going to the restaurant kendrick name dropped when he was mocking your fake accent is....almost there, I feel like that's what I mean, it's the wrong type of funny. crushing the gkmc WOULD be funny if you were playing up the same level hater shit as kendrick. nonchalant people don't do that as a move though, it's just not working.

I feel like this is generally what people don't like about drake; resentful but dispassionate; sensitive but too insecure and stunted to put that into something, so he just cowers behind an unconvincing performance of what he thinks is a Real Cool Guy. and what he finds cool is widely read as corny and loserly, but that's it's own thing I guess. I get the impression everything gets to him but instead of doing boogie man shit he's trying to be the coolest senior at his highschool about it. and the hyperonline thing worked with meek mill because back then it was niche. like being able to play two different audiences -- hip hop hubs + the hip hop pages -- would've been seen as clever. but now everyones so sick of the internet and it's way more alluring to have some old fashioned celebrity, like kendrick is completely inaccessible which goes way further now than knowing memes. being online as an artist has become synonymous with mediocrity. unrelated but this is the main thing holding doja cat back, people think it's her personality but it's really that she's rapping about twitter. but no one cares about that -- the thing is I hear his diss tracks, and I've heard every kendrick album minus the last like hundreds of times, so I'm always thinking.....there is actually stuff you could go at. kendrick's complexes are not invisible you know, maybe find a ghostwriter who's heard his music. but drake just keeps projecting instead, he's never actually touching down on kendrick's deal. "gotta b sharp d major" WHAT are you talking about? there's no way all you know about him is that he's short and a hotep. meanwhile if you so much as look at a picture of drake you know his entire deal it's eeking out of him so strong. he emanates a very I-remember-every-sideways-thing-said-to-me-in-seventh-grade energy, he's got that I-need-to-relive-my-prom-night-until-it's-perfect patina. I don't know, it just seems like he's trying to do something that worked* one time ten years ago

*did it? who tf likes meek mill

#kendrick lamar #drake #t #ht #htl

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restinslices · 4 months

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Ahhhh after some thought I’ll choose the earthrealm men with a lovey dovey s/o 👉🏻👈🏻

back to requests a mere 6 days after saying I was gonna take a break. Was that post a little unnecessary? Yes, but I didn’t want anyone to get mad at me for not posting everyday and not getting to requests immediately. ANYWAY, back like the flu.

Johnny Cage

Johnny “Loves Attention” Cage is having the best time

Do y'all remember how much of a cornball this man was in the game? He has no shame

So a significant other who also has no shame? He's getting on one knee as soon as possible

He tries to out cornball you

He loves it all. The stupid nicknames, the cuddling, the gifts, the giggling, all the adoration, he's just in love

Definitely returns the favor. If you buy him smth, he's buying you smth (let's ignore that debt), you give him a nickname so he gives you one. It goes on and on

All this lovey dovey shit might exhaust some people. Johnny is not some people.

The nicknames are probably his favorite part. He makes the most atrocious nicknames up because you won't be upset

Some real dumb shit like Oogy Boogy Sweetie Weetie Cutie Patootie Kissy Face- yeah all that shit is one nickname. Why? Because it's funny to him and you'll laugh

The type to get y'all dumbass matching shirts

“If found return to stupid” “I'm stupid”

Those type of shirts

Everyone hates you because it becomes a competition of who can be the most corny. It's tortuous for anyone near you

Cannot express enough how much this man enjoys the attention you give him. If one day you decided to ignore him as a joke, he'd actually be so sad and notice immediately

He just adores having a corny lovey dovey partner. The best thing to happen to him.

Kenshi Takahashi

He doesn't hate it but he definitely needs a breather sometimes

Having a lovey dovey partner isn't terrible to him. All the touching and nicknames and being spoiled is definitely cute to him, but being lovey dovey also means you're on him a lot. Kenshi doesn't give me huge extrovert vibes so I think because you're so extreme(?) that there's times when he needs a break

He thinks it's adorable though. He likes feeling wanted so he likes how outwardly you are with your love

Idk if he likes all the nicknames though. I can see him easily cringing if you go overboard

Idk how he'd feel about you spoiling him. He doesn't hate it but he feels like everytime you give him a gift, he has to give you one and he ain't got that shit on him. His own thoughts are running him dry

When his social battery is recharged I think he'd like how physical and sweet you are

He enjoys how loved you make him feel. He's just not sure how to respond sometimes. I can see you saying something really corny and although he thinks it's cute, his brain doesn't move fast enough and he ends up just staring at you

He rolls his eyes a lot too so it can give the appearance that he's annoyed by you but it's definitely not that

You want some corny shit he'll definitely like? Matching jewelry. He'll eat it up like it's a cookie

Also draw over his tattoos. He loves it

Loves the corny shit his brain just legit shuts off sometimes

Kung Lao

Like Johnny, he enjoys the attention

Idk if he necessarily enjoys all the corny things. I don't get a strong feeling from him. Maybe it depends on the day

Likes the attention and spoiling but all the corny nicknames and shirts and just being a total sap makes him a little uncomfortable at times

Once again, it depends on the day. Sometimes he's all for it and sometimes he's like “let's calm down for today”

Gets you a matching hat but without all the sharp shit because he doesn't trust you with sharp objects

He's a mix of Johnny and Kenshi tbh

He refuses to wear those corny matching shirts. You'll have to kill him

That applies to other things too

Those corny nicknames Johnny would make up? He'd prefer a beating from a serious Spiderman

“Aw my Snookie Wookie-” “I'm gonna shoot myself right here right now. Please stop”

It's cute and he acknowledges that it's how you show love but certain things just ain't gonna work with him

Especially in public certain things just won't work with him because he has an ego and thinks certain things will make him look weird. It's giving insecure teen

Don't doubt his love for you though. He loves his little sap. Just take it a bit slow

At some point a switch would flip and he'd go from being embarrassed to thinking “wow, I'm so great my partner is willing to look silly in front of others!”

Now he feeds into your corny bullshit

A win is a win

Raiden

I fully believe him and Liu Kang are romantics, therefore he loves it

He gets flustered easily so tons of affection makes his face go red and all that cute shit

His brain also short circuits like Kenshi's. He's so bad at pretending he's not flustered

“Are you blushing?” “...” “...” “...” “Raiden?” “Of course not”

Likes the consistent physical contact

Spoiling him also makes him short circuit. He's trying to think of how to thank you but all that comes out is “oh!”

Adores you just as much as you adore him

He likes gift giving. And idk mean just jewelry, I mean “you got me all these gifts so I'm gonna bring you a bunch of produce and hey, maybe we can cook later”

We saw him collecting cabbages like Cabbage Man from ATLA in the beginning of the game, he gotta still have the hook up

Loves receiving cheek kisses

Man is so weak in the knees. Kung Lao can yell “STAND UP!” all he wants. That shit is not happening

Play with his hair. Once again, weak in the knees

He's having a great time. Sure he's easily embarrassed but it's not like “omg, you're being weird. Stop”. It's more of a “I love this but I feel like everyone's looking”

You two are super lovey dovey but not as obnoxious as you and Johnny. Johnny is like “you can't out corny me” and Raiden is just tryna vibe and love on you since you love on him

All the embarrassment he feels is so worth it to him

Liu Kang

A romantic so all that lovey dovey shit? Heaven to him

Liu Kang has so much love to give and he's never allowed to share it because his life is ass in every timeline

So a partner that adores him and shows him how much they adore him? Did the Elder Gods hand craft you for him?

He's honestly a mix of everyone. He wants to love you all the time like Johnny, he loves how much you love him like Kenshi, he loves how much you outwardly adore him like Kung Lao and he's a huge romantic that loves how much time you spend together like Raiden

He's so love deprived so he loves everything you wanna do

Matching shirts, jewelry, socks, whatever the fuck? Absolutely.

Spoiling him with random shit? He'll take it all

Telling him how much you love him all the time? Yes.

Giving him the dumbest and corniest nicknames? He'll take that too

He's also lovey dovey so the feeling is very much mutual

Enjoys quality time so you wanting to be on his hip is very much welcomed

You're a breath of fresh air since you're so kind and loving to him. Remember he has all the memories of the past timeline, then this timeline gets fucked up. He's used to constant smoke and destruction so someone being so nice and sweet to him and relaxing with him is heavenly to him

Doesn't matter how corny it is. It's all he wants

Real quick, two things. Firstly I wanna make more MK1 intros so y’all should give me ideas. Secondly I think it would be fun if we as a unit made an MK1 oc. I’d make polls, you’d vote on certain things and then we use the same results but tinker it to our individual liking. For example maybe we know they’re Edenian but their gender is up to you. It’d be like a bunch of variants. A Multiverse of Madness if you will.

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just-jordie-things · 4 months

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hello hello!!!!! hope ur having a good day <33

I wanted tk know if i could ask some hcs about jjk charcters (preferably inumaki and yuuta but any you want/feel like will do too!!) with a dancer s/o?? or someone who just really likes dancing and dances often. Perhaps asks them to dance with them??

Feel free to ignore it if it's not to your taste!! tyvm 🥰🥰

this is so cute but also i'm not a dancer so bear with me for some of this ok? :) dance related brainrots comin right up!!!

gojo satoru hates slow dancing. he's got nothing against bopping around to a song that's been stuck in the head, or when the rest of the club is feeling it... but ballroom dancing? slow dancing? no way. for one, it's so cheesy he could die of embarrassment. for two- he doesn't have the time to slow down that much. but for some reason, when you're playing that pretty slow song you like while doing the dishes, you catch him passing by and holding out your hand, his feet are carrying him over to you without question. but you're smiling as you wrap your other hand around his neck and pull him close. his hand finds purchase on your hip just as naturally as he'd walked over to you, and before he knows it, you're slowly rocking around in a lazy circles in your kitchen. it's all against his will, of course. it's some spell you've put on him that brings him to pull you closer and spin you like you're his princess- which you are- and cradle your head lovingly against his chest. ___

okkotsu yuuta has never tried his hand at dancing before. but then he finds you one day in one of the training rooms and you're not wearing your usual workout attire, no, today you'd decided on a slimming black leotard and pale pink tights and as his eyes travel and see a pair of ballet flats on your feet he can't help but laugh a bit. you? ruthless, nunchuck weilding, you, do ballet? you scoff at his laughter, and tell him that it actually helps to keep you limber, and balanced- all in all a better sorcerer. after some back and forth on other methods to keep you flexible, you decide to put him to the test. as it turns out, yuuta can't back down from a dare, and just like that you're guiding him through the different positions. it doesn't take long for him to realize that ballet while elegant is not easy. you work him hard for the next few hours, but at least he gets to dance with you up close and personal while you teach him ballet. and hey, maybe he'll stick with the method. ___

inumaki toge loved watching you dance. you danced all the time, and everywhere. you're doing chores? you've got headphones on and you're bopping all over the place. cooking? you're shaking our hips and mixing up a delicious smelling pot with an extra flair to your stirring. he's watched you dance around while pushing a cart at the supermarket. he assumes there must always be a beat stuck in that pretty head of yours, something to make you want to boogie. it's cute! but it's even cuter when you make him dance with you. sometimes you ask him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes and beckoning him over with your swinging hips. but even better is when you just grab him and make him join you. by his hand, by his belt loop, by the back of his neck, sometimes you just don't have the patience to wait for an answer, you need a dance partner now! no biggie, toge's never turned down a chance to swing you around in his arm or twirl and dip you dramatically... even if you are dancing to oldies in the laundromat. ___

kamo choso had never really danced before... at all. so when you find yourselves at a small event with other sorcerers, and people start to fill the open space to dance to the soft live music, you seize an oppurtunity. you can tell he's uncertain and a bit lost when he's watching people couple up to dance together, so you take his drink out of his hand, placing it aside with yours, before you take his hand again. "choso, do you want to dance?" it's so sweet he wouldn't dare refuse your offer- not when the idea of holding you close and having you hold him too makes his heart stutter in his chest. you're already starting to pull him with you to the outskirts of the makeshift dance floor when he mumbles "i don't- i've never really done this before" and you have to bite your cheek to stifle your laughter at the innocent statement. you don't have to say the words i'll show you how, he gets the gist when you place his hands at your hips. you're not doing much, just swaying side to side, moving in slow circles, and you both stay pretty far from the other dancers... but he loves it. he loves everything about it, from holding you, and getting to see how much you light up from the simple action. he hopes this event goes late into the evening, so he has every excuse to keep doing this with you.

#satoru brainrot #choso brainrot #toge brainrot #yuuta brainrot #gojo satoru x reader #kamo choso x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #inumaki toge x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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aziraphales-library · 2 months

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hello there!! first of all this blog is absolutely amazing tysm for all the work put into it :)) secondly, do you have any recommendations for fics where crowley or aziraphale confess before metatron entered the scene (e.g. aziraphale confesses sometime at the ball/crowley confesses at the “smitten” scene)? again, thank you so much 💖

Hi! Here are some fics in which love confessions happen earlier...

just thinking of you, i know i’ve loved you from the start by ineffablyseraphic (G)

"Angel, what is going on?" Crowley growled, keeping his voice low. Aziraphale felt his heart jump as he did so. "Nothing, my dear boy," He assured, "We’re just having a ball. Jane Austen, remember?" Crowley scoffed. "We both know this won't work. This isn't the 1800s anymore. People just don't… fall in love with some froofy violins and choreographed dance moves." — or basically my take if the demons didn’t storm the bookshop and aziraphale got to confess.

A Dance Of Our Own by LynFraser09 (T)

He slid his hand down Aziraphale’s arm to grab his hand and then with his other hand, snapped, and the record player scratched as it came to life. Aziraphale’s face lit up in a smile and he squeezed Crowley's hand and slipped his other arm around him as the familiar music floated into the bookshop. OR An Alternate Scene where the Demons don't attack the bookshop that night and Crowley and Aziraphale share a dance and something more.

Smitten by chaoticstreamer (T)

"When Gabriel smites you, you've been... smited? Smote?" "Smitten, I believe." Aziraphale was viscerally aware that his face was showing more than he ought, yet how could he have stopped? Aziraphale's heart was beating unnecessarily, the notepad clutched in his hands tighter as he smiled at Crowley. Yes, smitten was the word. ------‐---------------------------------------------------------- Or, What if the demons hadn't attacked? What if Metatron hadn't come down... what if they had confessed?

no one's got what we've got going by shrack (G)

Nina asks Crowley if Aziraphale is his partner. Crowley thinks he would like it if Aziraphale was. or: Crowley confesses at Marguerite's before The Ball.

we should just kiss like real people do by lesbicosmos (G)

imagine if the bookshop dance scene didn't get interrupted by demons. this is that fic.

blame it on the boogie by hannotsolo (T)

“A slow dance?!” “Yes, a slow dance!” —————————- What if Shax never got to interrupt the ball and things got a whole lot more romantic.

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #love confession #first kiss #kissing #canon divergence #short fic #mod d

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transqueer4singlemoms · 4 months

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Kim Kitsuragi: "You know detective, you look really good in those shoes." He takes a drag from his cigarette and looks down, quickly looking back up

[Composure-Legendary: Failure] He said you looked...really good?

You: Sweat starts to form at the peak of your forehead and you don't know why. Your heart beats faster. Blood rushes your face making you red as a beatroot. He just complimented you. Why is that compliment different from the thousand others you've gotten? Maybe...

[Inland Empire-Medium: Success] Maybe because you like him

[Logic-Challenging: Failure] Wait...but I like women? How can I like men too?

[Encyclopedia-Easy: Success] You could be bisexual. Bisexuality is a sexual orientation that means you like both men AND women. Many people are bisexual, maybe not here exactly, but possibly across different areas of Revachol and the world.

[Shivers-Challenging: Success] Down an alleyway in the farthest reaches of Boogie Street, there is an underground bar. A man in tight colorful clothes is inside, approaches a woman sitting at the bar drunkenly flirting. In an apartment in the east side of Jamrock an old woman sits quietly in her living room listening to classical music over the radio. Below the ground, a hefty Semenine man clears out garbage in the sewers. He wipes his rugged forehead to clear the sweat on it. For some reason, you connect with all these people on a deep spiritual level.

Inland Empire: Because you're probably this *bisexual* thing.

You: How could I like Kim? He's just a friend.

You: What do you mean just a friend? Think about everything you've done together, how impressed you made him with your detective skills. After just one week you've gone from connected strangers to close friends. For fucks sake, he saved your life and you saved his.

[Empathy-Challenging: Success] All the times you were there for him. All the times you made him laugh, made him smile, bonded over solving puzzles in the case. He had a look in his eye, something only a man who loves can have.

[Psychical Instruments-Easy: Success] How his face gets red when you look at him too long. How your heart beat gets high when he brushes his hand against yours. How you think about him at night while you stare at the ceiling.

You: He did mention he was gay. Maybe this could be the best time to tell him how you feel?

[Volition-Medium: Success] Do not do that. It would 100% ruin what you have. Just sit and enjoy the view. Not every thought in your head is something you have to say.

Horrific Neck Tie: Yes! You should tell him you love him! You can say it now because Im not your head! Very clever, aye "bratan"?

1. [Composure-Heroic] "Hey thanks." Play it off (cool style)

2. "Kim I think I'm bisexual"

3. "I've gotta say, I have a feeling that compliment totally made me reconsider who I am"

3. "So Kim, how do you feel about dating alcoholic cops with no future?"

4. Stare at him for a bit and awkwardly look away towards the city

5. [Savoir Faire-Legendary] Try to escape the topic by telling a joke

#queer #disco elysium #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #harrykim #kimharry #thus is after the mercenary tribunal btw

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emxisms · 11 months

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𝕾𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔣𝔢𝔪!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯. ❦

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Stu Macher, Thomas Hewitt, Tex Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire.

𝔅𝔬 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔯 ❦

He wouldn't mind it. If it's rock or metal, he might tap his foot to the beat. He wouldn't show it, but he's enjoying the music just as much as you are.

If you let him choose the music, no doubt will there be Marilyn Manson and Deftones. I mean, they were both in the movie 🤷‍♀️

Memorizes which songs you seem to enjoy the most, and will play them for you when you're helping him out in the station. It's the little things that matter to him.

He'll never admit it, but he loves Christmas music.

𝔖𝔱𝔲 𝔐𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯 ❦

Oh my gosh, he's all for it! He'll be up and dancing with you even. Is not afraid to sing the songs while you sit back and laugh at him. He just wants to make his girl laugh.

If you prefer rock, he's totally fine with that! He would call you a badass. Anything and everything you do will always have him in awe. There's nothing you could do to drive him away.

He wouldn't want to listen to country, though. He doesn't swing that way, it's not his style. Only for you would he listen to country. He might get down to Boot Scootin Boogie though..

Will play your favorite songs at house parties, and make sure everyone knows it. He just wants to show you off to the world. "You can look but you can't touch" kind of mindset.

His guilty pleasure song is for sure Mambo No. 5. He can't help but get up and dance every time it comes on.

𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔱 ❦

Doesn't hate it, but he wouldn't 'enjoy it.' He's just kind of chill. He won't care the genre. As long as you're happy, he's happy. Anything to make his girl happy.

He wouldn't really get up and dance with you. It isn't his thing. But, he would tap his foot to the rhythm, just to let you know he's enjoying it.

"Do you want me to turn the music off? I don't wanna bother you." and he's immediately shaking his head aggressively. He wants you to enjoy yourself! The volume doesn't affect him.

Would really like AC/DC. He can get along with them, he likes the pace. Not hardcore, not soft.

𝔗𝔢𝔵 𝔖𝔞𝔴𝔶𝔢𝔯 ❦

Dances with you. No shame in his game! Anything that has to do with you, and he's there.

"Tex, can we dance?" and right up on his feet is he.

Will show you his collection of CDs full of his favorite songs. He's got a little bit of R&B, rock, country, and blues. He gets all giddy when you tell him your favorite is the same as his. "We were just made for each other, darlin'."

Would invite Junior to come dance with you two. He knows Junior loves music more than most people.

𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔥𝔪𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔢 ❦

Classical.

Doesn't understand why anyone could sit there and willingly listen to harsh music and heavy lyrics. But he'll make an exception for you.

Wants to slow dance with you. 'No' is not an option. If you tell him no he'll be upset and turn the music off completely.

After exploring some other genres and bands, he'll admit that he's starting to like boy bands. The music makes him want to dance, he can't help it.

Will bust a move to Everybody by Backstreet Boys.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:☆

Requests are open! ☑️

(check pinned post).

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #slashers x reader #stu macher x reader #stu macher #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #tex sawyer #brahms heelshire #x female reader #fanfic #slashers

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averokagejd · 4 days

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THE NAMES ADDED TO JD+ FOR PEOPLE THAT DIDNT SEE ALL OF EM

24K Magic (P1): Eddie 24K Magic (P2): Jesse A Little Party (Alternate) (P1): Lawrence A Little Party (Alternate) (P2): Lisbeth A Little Party (Alternate) (P3): James Acceptable in the 80s: Heather All About That Bass: Nancy All You Gotta Do: Harmon Alphabet Song: Angel Gibbs Am I Wrong: Indigo Animals (P1): Dualis Animals (P2): Dualis (BUGGED) Animals (Extreme): Ravid Another One Bites The Dust (P1): Everett Stellar Another One Bites The Dust (P2): Emery Stellar Another One Bites The Dust (P3): Oscar Stellar Another One Bites The Dust (P4): Astrid Stellar Another One Bites (Alternate): Vic Aquarius/Let The Sunshine In (P1): Poppy Aquarius/Let The Sunshine In (P2): Daisy Automaton: U.N.I.T. Baby Girl: Rid Baby One More Time (P1): Barbara Baby One More Time (P2): Brittany Baby One More Time (P3): Betty Baby One More Time (P4): Brooke Baby Shark (P1): Pinkfong (BUGGED) Baby Shark (P2): Maris (BUGGED) Bad Guy: Blair Bad Guy (Billie Version): Billie Bad Habits: Lysander Bad Liar: Delilah Bad Romance (P1): Blanche Bad Romance (P2): Claire Obscure Bad Romance (P3): Bianca Bad Romance (Official Choreo): Daray Baiana: Orion Bailando (Enrique) (P1): Natalia Bailando (Enrique) (P2): Estevan Bailando (Paradisio): Summer Barbie Girl (P1): Dolly Barbie Girl (P2): Dan Beauty and a Beat: Joshua Beep Beep I’m A Sheep: Sheep Believer (P1): Doran Believer (P2): Mael Big Girl (You Are Beautiful): Bella Blue (Da Ba Dee): Da’blu Bonbon: Falka Boogie Wonderland (P1): Leigh Boogie Wonderland (P2): Uriel Boogie Wonderland (P3): Favian Boogie Wonderland (P4): Breeze Boogiesaurus: Boogiesaurus Born This Way (P1): Copper Born This Way (P1): Adameve Born This Way (P1): Silver Born This Way (Alternate): Isaac Born To Be Wild: Lycan Boys: Andrew Boys (Alternate): Harlem Cake By The Ocean: Hadri Cake By The Ocean (Alternate) (P1): Maren Cake By The Ocean (Alternate) (P2): Dylan Carmen (Overture) (P1): Azul Carmen (Overtune) (P2): Vermell Carnaval Boom: Allegra Cercavo Amore: Elvira Chandelier: Inane Chandelier (Alternate): Voidalys Cheap Thrills: Melody Cheap Thrills (Alternate) (P1): Preity Cheap Thrills (Alternate) (P2): Farhan Cheerleader (P1): Elio Cheerleader (P2): Lellani Cheerleader (P3): Leo Cheerleader (P4): Eleni Chiwawa (Alternate): Barbie C’mon (P1): Mia C’mon (P2): Panda Cola Song: Dulcie Cola Song (Alternate) (P1): Mashow Cola Song (Alternate) (P2): Lolli Cola Song (Alternate) (P3): Lico Cola Song (Alternate) (P4): Mintu Come On Eileen (P1): Eilidh Come On Eileen (P2): Seamairan Cool For The Summer: Vespera Cosmic Party: Goldie Crazy Little Thing Called Love (P1): Jackie Crazy Little Thing Called Love (P2): Ortiz Crucified (P1): Lady Mairwen Crucified (P2): Lord William Crucified (P3): Lady Odelia Crucified (P4): Liege Rosal Dagomba: Lightfire Dame Tu Cosita: Rana Dance Of The Miriltons (P1): Honey Dance Of The Miriltons (P2): Polly Dare to Live (P1): River Dare to Live (P2): Xia Dare to Live (P3): Galvin Dare to Live (P4): Primrose Diggin’ In The Dirt: Bryn Don’t Call Me Up: Petra Don’t Worry Be Happy (P1): Serge Don’t Worry Be Happy (P2): Franklin Don’t Worry Be Happy (P3): Jean-Michel Down By The Riverside: Faith Dragostea Din Tei (P1): Officer Relax Dragostea Din Tei (P2): Captain Catastrofa Dragostea Din Tei (P3): Para Chutist Dynamite (Taio) (P1): Richard Dynamite (Taio) (P2): Helen Dynamite (Taio) (P3): Mary Dynamite (Taio) (P4): Donald E.T.: Rusga’thors Epic Sirtaki (P1): Nikolaos Epic Sirtaki (P2): Kostas Epic Sirtaki (P3): Dimitris Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) (P1): Ser Aleksander Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) (P2): General Edward Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) (P3): Captain Walter Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) (P4): Lord Henry Feel So Right: Westley Fernando (P1): Agnetha Fernando (P2): Frida Fire On The Floor: Ember Fit But You Know It: Oliver Flash: Shalf Flying Carpet: Mahsa Funhouse: Folie Funkytown: Xooorgrott

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Last Halloween: Chapter 3

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Warning: Angst, mild language

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

"He's coming?" Your friend Jessie asked, practically letting her jaw drop to the floor as she adjusted her cowboy hat in the mirror.

"Shh." You put a finger to your lips and pulled on a pair of black spandex for your cat costume. "I don't want to tell Winnie or Chris." You knew they would give you a hard time, but Jessie was a little more open minded.

"Okay, okay." She pretended to zip her lip. "I won't say anything."

"Thank you." You tossed on a black shirt with lacy sleeves before grabbing the cat mask. After Jessie checked herself out once more in the bathroom mirror, you reached for your keys. "Let's boogie," you whispered.

The ride over was focused on Joel talk, and you didn't particularly mind. You were kind of itching to talk about him.

"Are you into him?" Jessie asked.

You weren't a good liar so you were honest, despite the potential backlash. After that motorcycle ride it was like a switch had been flipped inside of you.

"Yeah. I mean, I think so."

"Wow." She giggled, "It's so.. random. Not judging. I just.. wow. Why?"

"Why?" You shrugged as you drove. "He gave me a ride on his motorcycle earlier and-"

"Wait, what?" She grabbed your forearm without even realizing it.

You laughed. "We rode around town and then he drove me back to pick up my car at the junkyard. That's why I was so late getting home."

"How old is he?"

"I'm not sure."

"He's a least ten years older than us. Probably more."

You shrugged again. "I'm just feeling things out. I really just want him to have a friend." You turned to look at Jessie for a quick second. "Ya know?"

"Oh, I know." She chuckled. "A friend with benefits."

You laughed and swatted at her. "Cut it out."

"Just let me know what color bridesmaid dress I should wear."

You rolled your eyes with a grin and the two of you had another laugh.

The sign for the tavern came into view by the road side and you pulled into the parking lot, allowing your car to merge in with all the others. You both reached for your purses in the back seat and then headed toward the door that led inside.

On your walk up you heard someone call out your name and turned to see the man in the plastic scarecrow mask. Joel. Seeing him there alleviated any anxiety that lingered on the chance of him not showing up. He *had* showed up, and you knew how big of a step that was for him.

"Hey!" You greeted him with a hug and he partially lifted the mask as your roommate began to introduce herself. A moment later, the three of you were walking inside, welcomed by the beat of the old time seasonal song, Midnight Monsters Hop.

"I'm gunna go get a drink," Chrissy shouted, using her thumb to motion toward the bar that was overflowing with ghouls, ghosts and everything in between.

"Okay." You gave a thumbs up and looked to Joel. "Want a drink?"

He nodded, "Yeah, sure."

You reached back behind you for his hand and felt that similar electricity from before when he took it.

Up at the bar you flagged down the bartender.

"I'll do a vodka soda and.."

"A Bud Lite," Joel added, reaching into his wallet. Like his habit at the coffee shop, he paid with cash despite your attempts to try to pay for the round.

You looked at one another and without saying a word, you tapped your glasses together and then took a sip from your drinks. Joel hesitantly lifted his mask partway. You felt so bad for his inability to be free.

When another old Halloween song came on by The Dead Kennedys, you pulled Joel with you into a crowd of people who had begun to dance along to the rock music.

The beat was fast and upbeat. Without thinking you shoved Joel playfully with a grin with one hand to his chest and then closed the gap again and began to dance right next to him.

A moment later he was following your lead. He was having fun. You were having fun. The dim lighting in the bar was intersected by strobes of oranges, greens and purples, highlighting your every move.

When Joel really began to relax you could see it in his body language. He was dancing around, grabbing your hand to twirl you and being less cautious about lifting his mask to take a sip from his beer.

The rock music never seemed to let up. You needed a break from dancing as sweat began to make your face glisten. You eyed an old photobooth in the back corner of the bar and reached for Joel's free hand again, towing him with you.

When you pushed your way through a pale, white curtain you pulled him down into a seated position beside you and inserted a five dollar bill into the money slot beneath the camera screen.

With the first 3-2-1 countdown on the screen, you both kept your masks on and you stuck out your tongue. For the second photo, Joel lifted his mask so it sat on the top of his head and he managed a half smile. For picture number three, Jessie came out of nowhere, leaping into the booth for a photobomb and then exiting just as quickly.

You were laughing. Joel was laughing. You were both genuinely enjoying the night. Seconds later, the pictures developed and you took a copy while handing one over to Joel.

He kept his mask up as you pulled him back out into the bar where you resumed dancing. The energy was fiery. You loved every minute of it. More so, you loved seeing Joel at ease and having fun. Prior to recently you had never even seen him smile.

That night, in the freaky, flashing strobe lights, things felt perfect - as perfect as they had felt on the back of Joel's bike a few hours earlier. You knew this was manifesting into one of those nights - the type of night you looked back on that was on the border of magical, at least the type of magical that existed in real life.

It was everything. The music, the lighting, the look on Joel's face as his eyes found yours and never left. You were two giddy children that night and it felt so damn good. Never in a million years did you think you'd be able to get him out of his shell.

A break in the song left the two of you breathing heavy with smiles.

"Want another drink?" He shouted.

"Sure." You smiled, and a ringing stuck in your ears with the brief absence of loud music. The next song quickly picked up and Joel smiled, squeezed your hand and then made his way through the crowd.

"Another round, please," you heard him order.

Your eyes were on him as he stood there by the bar. You still smiled. He was contagious; perhaps the definition of a diamond in the rough. Joel Miller was.. dreamy.

"Hey killer." A voice interrupted your temporary euphoria. It wasn't directed at you. It was directed at Joel. Your daydream was suddenly interrupted when you saw a man approach him as he waited for your drinks. "You're in here dancing and having a good time. Where's Johnny? Hmm?" The guy shoved him now and you ran to Joel's defense.

"Enough!" The bartender scolded but the guy went on.

"You kill a local legend and you think you can just move on?" The guy shouted.

"Stop!" You intervened, standing with Joel as others began to turn in your direction.

"Oh, you even got a girl, that's great," mocked the stranger. "You know what Johnny's girl does on and off every week? She cries. Because you killed him!"

Joel tossed a twenty on the bar, left the drinks and stormed out of the establishment. You chased after him, bursting outside and shouted his name when a car whizzed by and almost hit him on the Main Street road.

"Joel!" You shouted and hurried the rest of the way to him. "Joel, stop!"

"I can't do this!" He shouted, "You just don't get it!"

"I know." You shook your head. "Joel, I'm sorry."

"I'm not your little fucking project," Joel went on.

"I know that, Joel." You shook your head, feeling the first sting of tears in your eyes. "I just.. I like you. I was having fun with you."

"I don't belong here. Not in this town. Not anymore! Nothing is going to change that."

"It's not fair," you went on, "I know-"

"You don't know anything!" He waved his hands wildly to the sides. "You don't know how I feel every single day."

"I know I don't," you agreed, "But I want to be here for you. I want to help you. Be your friend."

"What and relive this shit show of a night almost daily with me?" He made a face and shook his head.

"This night hasn't been a shit show," you argued. "Up until two seconds ago this was one of the enjoyable nights I can remember. It started back at the junk yard and on the bike-"

"Well, I'm glad I could give you a thrill ride," Joel said in a snarky fashion that cut you a little deep.

"Joel.." you shook your head. "I enjoy your company." You extended both of your arms in his direction with your palms up.

He looked at them but distanced himself further back a few steps. "Just.. go back to your normal life and stay away from me."

He scoffed turned away from you, storming off into the darkness as you still held your arms out in front of you. Despite having just formally met him, a single tear left each of your eyes.

"Joel!" You called. "Joel, please.."

He didn't turn back around. It broke off a piece of your heart when he disappeared around the corner of the building without so much as looking back.

CLICK HERE FOR CHAPTER 4

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BUCK-TICK 現象 2023, my experience

Nippon Budokan was absolutely packed.

As the start time drew near, for half a moment, I had a daymare that Atsushi Sakurai would, physically, appear on stage. That his death had been a stunt all a long. Ridiculous to think, but even that horrible, cruel scenario would be preferable to the reality that we continue in a world where he no longer exists.

And here, what was to happen on stage? The rhythm section's platform, the drums, the guitars, the chairs, all laid out as usual, but the center mic stand was missing. I gasped as I realized Sakurai's masks were laid out, as well as candles ready in a candelabra.

The lights dimmed and the boys came on, one at a time, as they always had.

Toll and Imai wore spectacular costumes. Toll was in all red accented in black with matching gloves, as if taking on the concert's newly adopted logo in total. Imai, ever wild and challenging, came with blazing red hair, matching red fur platform boots with glittering silver heels, screaming gold spandex tights, and a carpet-like top with a kimono-like right sleeve. Both of Imai's and Toll's tops sparkled.

Yuta and Hide were more subdued, with Yuta in dark, gemtone amethyst and Hide in loosely flowing silver.

Then spot lights shining straight down from the ceiling above struck stage front center. The ghost of Sakurai, in the form of this memory, in the space that had always been his, was being honored. Had the spot been blocked off by a border of shimenawa, the hemp fiber rope and white lightning paper that marks the holy ground of gods, it would not have been out of place.

Music was already playing, Shippuu no Blade Runner, but no hint of vocals came across. I listened to the crowd to see if they were going to—if they were even expected to—sing in Sakurai's stead. They readily raised their arms, bouncing to the beat, as if this were any other concert, but the vocals remained bare. The background screen split five ways with two each of the living members on either side, while the center section remained dark. Sakurai was missing. The song's end was followed by a standard applause, along with a few cries of "Acchan!"

By contrast, the second song, Dokudanjou Beauty immediately featured a track of Sakurai's voice, taken or blended from previous live events. A few tears broke among the audience, but the mood went up in general, and the crowd was readily engaged in the song's call and answer.

For much of the show, this pattern continued. Some wails, much cheering and waving, and no shortage of calling Acchan's name. From time to time, there were more notable reactions.

Gustave's distinct first meow from Imai's guitar received audible sobs, followed by enthusiastic dance, pawing at the air, and singing along.

I broke at Aishi no Rock Star, which featured dual vocals from Sakurai and the late Issay, along with their performance at Toll's "It's a NOW" 60th birthday gig projected on the back screen.

Sakura stung especially, but was equally poignant. All the sentiments that Sakurai had laid bare were now shared by the audience and band and redirected at him. Single arms rose (as their partners were busy clasping mouths and gripping tissues) toward the screens and light projections of sakura branches losing their petals in the song's final refrain.

A completely robed stage hand came to the dark stage to light the candelabra in sync with the projection of Sakurai as Romance began to play. They gently brought the stand to stage front center, and I think most of us in the audience watched those candles burn through the song.

Like Sakura, Taiyo to Icaros was recolored by the new context.

Had only such songs been played, the concert would have been maudlin, but Go-Go B-T Train, Future Song, and Boogie Woogie balanced the mourning with an upbeat, celebratory and playful tones.

And then there was Memento Mori. I could not have been more grateful to hear this song, not simply because it's one of my favorites, but because it's perhaps the most characteristic of Imai's approach and message during this entire trying period. Nor was it lost on the crowd, who seemed to be waving and dancing more furiously in defiance of grief at the chorus.

Muma, The Nightmare was a choice… I found myself crying at the first image of Sakurai against a brilliant white Christian cross behind him, singing of Hell in Heaven-like lighting. As the song progressed, the live stage before us was accented in red, very especially the grate beneath stage front center, which was now also spewing mist, and with the red light, appeared as fire.

I came to have a feeling of confidence as the song went on, as I was watching the crowd enthusiastically waving their hands along. Sakurai's voice could easily tell this story because he was acting out the part, not because he was living it. And even had there been such a moment on his journey in Bardo, one could easily infer such suffering as temporarily Christlike, the preamble to the joyous ascent to Heaven.

The remaining songs were playful and hopeful, though I found Na Mo Naki Watashi difficult not to cry through entirely.

Before the last song, the boys all sat, and the lights came up a bit as they addressed the audience directly.

Yuta spoke first and was quick to tears as he said that, while he was uncertain of the future, he knew that Buck-Tick will always be five members. As his voice cracked, the audience also broke. Sobs remained audible throughout.

Toll noted the rare show of Yuta's vulnerability, and admitted that, at first, he did not know whether Buck Tick would continue or not, but that the immense support of the fans gave him the drive to, and that Imai and Hide had no shortage of songs left to compose.

Hide connected the audience's nervousness with his own, but spoke softly and reassuringly. "The Parade will continue."

Imai floored me.

Imai's recent posts on Instagram show a man who's pushing forward. Granted, not in a brutish, shaming way, but he shows little sadness, if any. He just spend a day chatting up a god of contentedness along one of his shrine visits. Combine this with his reputation for suffering no fools, and he would seem the type to keep a stiff upper lip and expect others to do the same.

Instead he said,  "It's okay to be sad. It's okay to cry. It's okay. But please don't suffer."

Such sentiments are exceedingly rare in Japan's gaman culture. To hear such kindness shook me, as did the rest of Imai's speech.

That he did not believe Sakurai was in Heaven, but rather, that he was here, now, remaining in the presence of the band.

That they would continue to make music. That they would have another album.

That "one day, there will only be three members." (And here, the audience wailed.) "And one day, two." (Again.) "And finally, one. I wonder if that will be me. But I'll continue the Parade, and I'll take everyone with me. And so, raise your glasses for a toast. To you, to your return. Share your stories of Buck-Tick and Acchan, please."

After New World as a finale, the credits, which featured music and tour videos from their past decades together, ended with the announcement that they would return to perform at Nippon Budokan in 2024.

#too late to edit the reblogs #but it was Imai’s RIGHT sleeve that was long >_<#buck tick #buck tick phenomenon #バクチク現象2023 #buck tick genshou #my text

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risestarkiss · 4 months

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How would you do Rat King for Rise? I know the creators explained their own take, but I was obsessed for a while and came up with all sorts of things: At first, he was an evil wizard, then literal demon of hell, then he was a friend turned bitter enemy of Splinter(around the time he was just mutated), or sometimes mixing the ideas, etc. I could never get a full definitive take, and a lot of that was down to my not wanting to repeat stuff from the first movie or show. If I wanted to do Rat King for a potential sequel, I’d lower the stakes and make it personal, make it dire for the family specifically, no end of the world cliches.

Ooo, good question. The thing about the Rat King is that there are so many iterations it's hard revamp him into something new.

Hmm, let's see.... According to wiki: a rat king is a collection of rats whose tails are intertwined and bound together in some way.

That gives me an idea.

In the show, getting bitten, getting puked up or on, or just being in general contact with another creature is enough to spur a mutation when hit with the ooze. Here, this rat got a whole mouthful of Splinter.

What if this rat was also hit with the ooze just off screen and became sentient. What if, yes he got bigger, but his main mutation was his mind. (Piebald got entire invisibility powers, and Ghost Bear is part ghost for some reason, so other mutant powers are not out of the question.) What if this rat was then able to make use of something like, oh I don't know, the mind meld ability due to the Hamato DNA. And, since it's in his nature to run with a colony of rats, that's exactly what it does...hundreds and hundreds of rats, all with one mind. His mind. Rat King's mind. Also, his physical form could be a bunch of rats under a blanket to make up a body, you know, all Oogie Boogie style but more detailed and more convincing. You beat up that body, or tear the fabric? No problem. A bunch of rats scatter everywhere with none of them being the Rat King himself. So what's the Rat King's beef with the turtles? There is none. Just like how he bit Splinter for no real reason, there is no reason for him to be what he is...Pure evil, plain and simple. He wants the world to devolve into chaos, and to burn for making him a mere rat. Might as well start with the Turtles.💅 Long live the Rat King.👑 Thanks for the ask! 💜

#answered asks #Rise Rat King #Rat King #rottmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt2018 #tmnt 2k18 #tmnt 2018 #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #unpause rise of the tmnt #save rise of the tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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Hot Stuff

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Nico Hischier x Latina!Reader

Synop: y/n and friends go out to a 80s theme night club because why not.

cw: drinking

a/n: this is very “cheesy”, very movie magic, does not happen in real life

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You were dressed in boot cut jeans with black booties and a satin button up blouse, with the top buttons unbuttoned.

“Do I or do I not look hot?” Your friend walks into your room posing in her 80s themed skimpy outfit.

“You look hot.” You say with lack of emotion as you zipped up your boots.

“Wow thanks I really believed you there.” She nudges your shoulder and looks at both of your reflections in the mirror.

“I look hot. You look hot. So cheer up and let’s go to the kitchen, everyone is taking pre gamers!” She hugs your shoulders tightly before joining the rest outside.

“I’m not drinking tonight!” she was long gone to hear. You weren’t much the drinker, other nights you would participate but tonight seemed better sober.

You walk out to the kitchen to see everyone in their get up and truth be told everyone did look hot.

“Cmon y/n/n! Take at least one shot!”

“Yeah how do you expect to dance tonight without being intoxicated?”

One of your friends was right, to dance to 80s jams without any alcohol in your system seemed futile.

“Alright,” You swished the drink down and the Uber was ready to pick you guys up.

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To your surprise the club had a lot more people than first to be expected. There were many madona blondes and Michael Jackson thrillers. It was the month of October, so in a way tonight was kind of a Halloween celebration.

As soon as you and your friends walked in, one dragged all of you to the bar, swiftly ordering tonight’s meal.

So much for not drinking, because before you knew it you’re three beers in, starting to feel inebriated, dancing your heart out with friends to Hot Stuff by Donna Summers.

“I need some hot stuff baby tonight!” Your friend screams.

“I need some hot stuff baby this evening!” You scream.

Screaming horribly pitched singing and dancing but having the time of your life in this moment. You and your friend laugh at your guy’s antics.

“I’m gonna get a beer! You want something?” You yell

“I’m good!”

As much fun and liberating dancing is, it’s a goddam workout. Surely alcohol will keep you hydrated.

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“I’ve never seen Top Gun.” Nico stares at Jack whose holding a green aviator jumpsuit for him. An exact replica of what’s he’s wearing with a white t-shirt under and sunglasses propped on his head.

“I know but we will look cool together, like maverick and goose.”

“What the hell is a maverick?”

“Just put the suit on.” Jack throws the suit towards Nico and pushes him to change.

Nico walks out twining like his teammate, with his sunglasses on.

“Hell yeah, I’m maverick and your goose.” Jack says all excited.

“Okay.” Nico states blandly.

“We’ll watch the movie after tonight so you can understand. Now let’s go and boogie.”

“Should’ve watched it before tonight” Nico murmured.

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Nico wasn’t one to go out and dance, especially not a decades theme dance. But here he is standing in the corner of the club because his friend dragged him to dress up as pilots. When he first walked in he admired everyone’s costumes and understood most 80s references, the music on the other hand was interesting to say the least

It’s 80s music, it’s hard to not stomp to the beat. Jack was somewhere else, probably talking to one of the madonas in the building, and Nico just people watching while sipping his drink.

Then the beat of the music started to kick up and his eyes caught on two girls dancing and singing the lyrics of the song. He couldn’t help but laugh at the site, not in a bad way but in awe as he saw people having fun. Maybe he should have fun tonight too.

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As the bartender brings you another beer, Donna’s melody comes to an end and the classic slow song of the 80s begins.

“…my foolish lover's game,” you mouth to sing along right before you take a swig.

You turn to see couple gathered at the floor swaying to the music and you couldn’t help to sway as well, it really is something about 80s music!

Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say

You decide to people watch as you cater your glass bottle and your eyes land a pair of brown eyes across the room as the chorus lands.

Take my breath away

You and this annoyingly handsome man who is ironically dressed in an aviator outfit, hold eye contact as the chorus ends.

You being the first to break eye contact, turn to the bar and talk to yourself, “what the hell was that.”

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That was weird, Nico thinks to himself. He didn’t notice as he was people watching, his eyes followed on one of the girls that were dancing to the bar.

They held eye contact what seemed like forever with the slow song blasting through the room. Nico hiccups his beverage and looks to find Jack.

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One of your friends finds you at the bar,

“All these couples make me gross and sad for being single.” She leans her head on your shoulder.

“I think I fell in love with an aviator.” You yell calmly.

“Huh?” You’re drunken friend asks

“Like from Top Gun, I don’t know if he was maverick or goose but what just happened was too real to ignore.” You say looking forward replaying the moment back and forth in your head.

“We’ll where is he!?”

You quickly turn around to see if he’s still there but he’s gone now. You scan the dark room for his green jumpsuit but to no avail.

“He’s gone now.” You thought to yourself maybe you imagined things.

“Wait I see him!” Your petite friend points out an aviator but it’s not him.

“That’s not him, he was taller.” You sulk

Then the other half pops into view, the maverick you held eyes with taps on goose’s shoulder to talk with and again makes eye contact with you and they both look in your direction.

“They’re looking at you.” You’re friend whispers as if they could heard across the loud room.

“I know.” You grit and make a gesture to the boys to follow you off side the dance floor.

“Follow me,” you demand as you drag your short friend to meet the men.

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“Hi ladies” the shorter aviator says as he styles his sunglasses on top his hair.

You and your maverick still continue this unofficial game of holding eye contact and observing one another’s style and presence.

“Yours guy’s costumes are so cute.” You drunken-tired friend says, making you lose this round of the game.

“Yeah let me guess, are you goose and he’s maverick?” You ask the dark blonde

He’s taken back as he stutters to correct you, “actually I’m mav and he’s goose, it’s not oficial or anything.” He mutters the last part.

Your mouth makes an O shape to understand but kept to yourself that the man directly in front of you looked more like a maverick than a goose.

“Y/n Im gonna find the girls, I think the night is coming to an end, at least for me.” She covers up her yawn

“Okay I’ll be there in a bit.” She leaves you with the duo

“I’m y/n by the way” you extend your hand to your maverick, curious of his name.

“I’m Nico” he shook your hand softly but noticed your strong grip.

Both of you stand in awe in one another, rethinking of the eye contact and the tension across the busy room.

A forced cough could be heard, “yeah I’m Jack.” A quick second passed before you turned to acknowledge the blonde, “hi” you swiftly say before locking eyes again with Nico.

Jack stands beside you two with googling eyes, “Okay then, I’m gonna go back to the dance floor.”

No one heard Jack’s dismissal.

“That song, the song we made eye contact with, a bit ironic isn’t it?” You ask looking up at the gorgeous man.

“Why is it ironic?”

You started to slightly panic, “because you’re dressed as a pilot from Top Gun, are you not?”

“Oh yeah I guess I am. Is the song in the movie?” Nico tilted his head in curiosity

“The song is the movie. You never seen Top Gun?” You ask in bewilderment

“No, jack made me dress like this to match him. I still don’t know what a maverick is.” He laughs nervously

“Maverick is the nickname for the main character, essentially. You should watch the movie, it’s good.”

“Maybe we could watch it together” Nico shyly but boldly says as he scratches the back of his neck

You were stunned at his boldness but didn’t let it show. A smile crept up on your face and you nod your head, “I would love to see it with you.”

a/n: lazy ending but I tried.

#nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #latina!reader #jells🪼imagines #nhl imagine

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malarkgirlypop · 6 months

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BoB dance moves while drunk

inspired by that one post of how they would act when drunk from @contrabandhothead

Dick Winters:

Is a sucker for a slow dance, tries to wrangle anyone onto the dance floor with him but mostly Nix who doesn't like slow dancing. Is very huggy and will whisper unintelligible things in your ear while dancing. Will give you that very drunk I love you smile when he pulls away.

Lewis Nixon:

Does not dance, will not dance. But can sometimes be convinced by Dick if he is drunk enough. Rather would sing loudly while sitting down.

Ronald Speirs:

When very intoxicated will boogie, he is the one who will just stand in the middle of the dance floor and jump up and down. While trying to sing the song but he doesn't know the lyrics so he drunkenly sings nonsense at you. Goes from one group to the next. If dancing in a circle he will jump in the middle and bust a move before disappearing. Lip will sometimes have to wrangle him away from people cause he is interfering with their night.

Carwood Lipton:

Is a shy dancer will tap his foot and bob his head to the beat, but spends most of the night trying to contain the very excitable Ron, who is a loose unit on the floor if not supervised. Is always excusing himself to go and get Ron.

Harry Welsh:

Is too drunk to stand, but he can party lying down! Wants to dance with Kitty but can't find her. Would probably pull out moves such as the sprinkler and pushing the trolley.

George Luz:

Does the most bizarre moves you have ever seen. Has his own style called the George. Will spin you round and then need to sit down immediately cause he is going to throw up. Back out onto the floor once he has recovered, him and Ron together are a fucking nightmare, as they harasses innocent bystanders to dance with them. Will high-five you if you get too close, but does the fakeout of "High-five, dolphin dive."

Joe Toye:

Is the best dancer when drunk, like professionally good, but will only dance if very inebriated. Likes to people watch and laugh at the chaos that is George. Will lean and drink and shoo Luz away when he asks him to go and dance. Saying "I will when I finish this drink." But then orders another one so that he can use the same line.

Bill Guarnere:

Dance fights! "you want a piece of me?" then does very complicated footwork. Light on his feet. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. Aggressive dance moves when drunk, will shake you with force if he gets a hold of you. Sings loudly as he dances. Always has the best night.

Joe Liebgott:

Crumps aggressively, somehow is very good a twerking. Knows how to pop that puss. Does that dance move when you hold your leg up and then have the other hand on your head and jump around (idk how to explain this move, but I see it in my head). Will try and incite a dance battle. Always the centre of attention. Likes it that way.

David Webster:

Dances like a basic white girl. Feeling himself up. Is a very weirdly sensual dancer. Kinda gets him going. Will say this is my favourite song to every basic pop song that comes on. Still doesn't know the words though.

Buck Compton:

Will aggressively do the hoe down throw down and somehow has whole choreographed dances to the songs. You will never see him do the same move twice. By the end of the night he has taken off all of his clothes and is drenched in sweat.

Eugene Roe:

Is a modest dancer. Will just nod along while lip-sinking. Will have a confused face on but when people ask him if he is ok just grins at them nodding. Is always looking for Babe.

Babe Heffron:

Manages to integrate himself into a group of people he isn't with for the night, teaches them his signature move that is the dougie. Will pester the person playing the music for the song that goes with the dance so that he can do it all for them. Normally gets his way and does the whole dougie in the middle of the dance circle while people cheer him on. He eats it up every time and brags about it later.

Skip Muck:

Does classic dance moves with Alex. Likes to dance with another person so he has a buddy to shimmey into and then shimmey back. Will do spins with Alex and always does it way too aggressively and sends Alex flying across the floor to crash into people like a bowling ball.

Alex Penkala:

The most clumsy dancer when drunk. Will fall over nothing, Skip does not help either, somehow always managing to push over his friend by accident. Alex is like a fucking bouncy ball and is up on his feet in seconds. Will wake up the next day covered in bruises and is unsure of how he got them.

Donald Malarkey:

Gains the confidence of a professional dancer and believes it, but is totally not. Will totally do that thing where you move your chest up and down and get people to move their hands over him to make it look cool. Likes the song get low, as he likes the part where it goes low, low, low, low so he can do his matrix back bend. Get's worse the more he gets drunk.

Frank Perconte:

Is a fucking B-boy and will break it down, somehow can do head stands and that thing where you spin around on your head, and that one move where you are lying on the ground and push yourself to your feet.

Johnny Martin:

Is a fucking wild card. Some nights he will chill and then others he is breaking it down on the dance floor. It mostly depends on the liquor he is drinking, if it's spirits you're in for a crazy night.

Bull Randleman:

Will line dance to any song, you can't tell him other wise. Does that lasso move to Perconte and lasso's him onto the dance floor, Frank loves it. Will do Gangnam style if drunk enough and will tell you every time his favourite part is the move where you look like you are riding a horse.

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capricorn-0mnikorn · 3 months

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Something I learned from Wikipedia; I think this is important.

I know the phrase "Boogie Down," of course. And I know the Andrew Sisters' song "Boogie-Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B." But a while ago, I realized I didn't actually know how to define Boogie woogie as a musical style. So I looked it up on Wikipedia:

Quotes:

Boogie-woogie is a genre of blues music that became popular during the late 1920s, developed in African-American communities since the 1870s.

And:

Several African terms have been suggested as having some interesting linguistic precursors to "boogie": Among them are the:

1) Hausa word "Boog", and 2) Mandingo word "Booga" (both of which mean "to beat", as in beating a drum) 3) West African word "Bogi" (which means "to dance")[3] 4) Bantu term "Mbuki Mvuki" (Mbuki: "to take off in flight"; Mvuki: "to dance wildly, as if to shake off one's clothes").[4]

I mean, I mean, I mean! This is an example of language and culture surviving in the face of violent oppression at the hands of people who did everything they could to kill it. And what was it that survived? An expression of joy.

And yet, today, if you ask people what comes to mind when they hear the word "boogie," there's a good chance it'll be a white dude with permed hair and 1970s bell-bottom pants dancing in a disco.

#music #music history #boogie woogie #African roots of American culture #cultural survival #1870s-1920s #100 years ago

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shortpplfedup · 9 months

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Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 2

Hoboy these boys are all in over their heads in various ways and to various degrees. Add in some Real World-style confessional action and the mess is MESSING. This entire episode is just this gif:

Here's this week's rankings, with last week's rankings in parentheses

🔺1. Ray (3)

Some kind of friendship can start from having sex.

I knew all it would take was some time and a little bit of lore and Ray was gonna shoot up the rankings for me, and so said so done. The lonely little rich boy with the dead mom, the lack of self-esteem and the alcohol problem...yep yep yep, all seems right on time. The way those strippers sniffed him out and swarmed him...they know money when they see it. Sipping from that flask in the early daylight OK I SEE WHAT IS UP. Becoming a bugaboo to the first person to take any interest...yup this all tracks. Topping the toxique roster this week.

🔺2. Mew (5)

But I think I figured out your weakness now. Me.

This kid is so smug, he really thinks he's smart, he thinks he's in control. He really, truly thinks he can domesticate that alley cat. Trying to turn a hoe into a housewife for real. He's playing a game with Top, and he knows Top knows what the game is, but he's still confident he can win. Tale as old as time.

🔺3. Boston (4)

At least I beat Mew at this...You know no one can beat me at this kind of thing.

The jealousy radiating in WAVES off Boston this episode...OOF. Is this even about Top, or is this about beating Mew? Bit of both perhaps? This kind of love/hate friendship is SO REAL. Boston's probably felt like he was losing to Mew the entire time they've known each other. A 'friendship' built on longevity and resentment? Delicious.

🔻4. Sand (2)

I can be your friend. You don’t have to hire me.

Listen, when Sand asked that girl to come see his plants because he doesn't have a cat I cackled. He's like 'we both know what this is, does the excuse even matter?' and I loved it so hard. And then Ray begs a little and he tells homegirl to kick rocks and I--sir, down horrendous ALREADY?! That thousand yard stare in the confessional when he says you gotta be careful not to catch feelings fucking a friend? He knows he's screwed and he's still going in because he can't help himself, the softhearted fuck.

🔻5. Nick (1)

We’ve slept together many times. So what is this? What are we to each other?

OH NICK NICK NICK BABYGIRL. Nick took the mightiest fall this week in the rankings, because he has no game AT ALL. He had one move and he used it, and now he's just down the rabbit hole, just dickmatized. This is exactly what I wanted, but it's in the in between stage now before he gets truly desperate, when I'm sure he'll be back to reclaim his top spot.

🔺6. Cheum (and April) (7)

It's a blessing to have a lover who gets along with your friends.

THE LESBIANS ARE HERE and it seems will be providing the stability to everybody else's full-tilt boogie, but appearances can be deceiving. Listen, if Jojo and Ninew throw in some lesbian drama in this mix I may expire. In case you don't know, there is NOTHING like lesbian drama. Otherwise, Cheum being Top's biggest cheerleader is totally gonna come back and bite.

🔻7. Top (6)

Whenever I take aim, I never miss.

I dunno why Top is always near the bottom of the rankings because he's probably the biggest mess of them all, but I think it's because he is the most aware of what's playing off here and therefore the least in danger. Everybody else is working with either limited information or a misunderstanding of self, but Top knows EXACTLY who he is and what he wants, and he's clocked everybody else in this little group too. And I'm not sure I believe a single word that comes out of his mouth as a result.

#only friends the series #bless this mess #only friends weekly character rankings #i support gay wrongs #only friends #only friends series #bl meta series

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