#in the studio like pete you know you can talk to me right

[revengeromance]

what’s crazy is that Pete wentz writes those gay ass tragic lyrics and he doesn’t even sing them he just hands them off to his boy Patrick 😭

#in the studio like pete you know you can talk to me right #fob #pete wentz #patrick stump #leo’s greatest hits #hey disclaimer this is getting traction again I’m not a petekey girly who says all of ioh is about mikey

[omegalomania]

OKAY SO for the record store listening parties there was some prerecorded commentary by patrick and i don't remember all of what he said but i'm gonna try and list everything i can remember for those who didn't/couldn't make it! there will be NO ALBUM SPOILERS in this post other than to say it's really really really fucking good and i can't wait to shove the whole thing down my facehole properly when it comes out next week.

it wasn't a track by track commentary but there were a couple breaks between songs for him to talk and this is what i recall best:

when introducing the album patrick did the whole "so like, i know we're supposed to say we're proud of it. but we ARE. it was a group effort and i hope you guys like it :)"

before "hold me like a grudge" he said went on a big long ramble about "okay so i KNOW i said that other side was the last song we wrote before the record was done but that was actually wrong. this song was the last one to be added because i was driving home and i got a text of some lyrics from pete and i started writing the song at stoplights DONT DO THIS BY THE WAY and by the time i got home the song was done in my head DO NOT DO THIS DO NOT WRITE WHILE YOU DRIVE and then i called neal and said can we please please please add this one please and he said sure"

he kept punctuating this story with "DON'T FUCKING DO THIS I SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE THIS DONT WRITE WHILE YOU DRIVE PLEASE"

the point is that hold me like a grudge was the last song to make the album though

there was one track, i won't spoil which one, where he said he worked super hard to play all the brass parts in the studio and then after he got done doing that they got an Actual Orchestra to play the brass parts and it was like professionals doing this at their studio and patrick was like "well. all right then!!!!"

another track (again, not saying which) had a piano part that he played and was really nervous about but he said neal got the best possible performance out of him!

there was one track he called his baby that he fought extra hard to keep on the record and i DON'T remember which one EDIT: It was "what a time to be alive"!!

during one song (i can't recall which) he talks about how andy had to switch drumkits mid-song specifically to go harder on certain sections

there was one song where he talked about how it was written before the pandemic but it ended up being weirdly clairvoyant lyrically. only he says that it was very "prescient" and then stumbles over the word "prescient" and confesses he doesn't know how it's pronounced because he's only seen and read it in print.

after the record was done he was like "so that was the record! and i hope you guys liked it. and if you didn't then um we have other records that you can listen to. instead. if you want to."

also a long ramble about how grateful he was for the fans and how it means the world that they can inspire anyone at all. he said that pete says it all the time but it's still true that the fans are everything to them. he mentioned not ever getting used to being a real big band like this and if he can do it then anyone can. "if my stupid face can make it on a teen magazine then so can yours!"

anyway bottom line patrick is a fucking nerd and it was so so so endearing to hear him talk about this record

if anyone remembers anything else that he said that i left out feel free to add but please no spoilers for the album itself! you can make your own posts for that and i just wanted to give a rundown for people who weren't able to attend a listening party <3

#*making poasts #i dont think i mentioned anything that they havent already talked abt in interviews or previewed on social media! #the album is so good tho. oh my god. my god. its so good.

[elektramustdie]

atta girl

warnings - fingering, oral ( fem receiving) , dirty talk.

summary - pete records your moans for a song

You go to check up on Pete because he’s been locked up in the home studio all day working on a song. You open to door to see him sitting in a chair, shirt tossed somewhere and instruments scattered around the room. 

“Hey!” Patrick says making Pete turn in his chair and smiles at you. 

“How’s it going?” You say walking over to Pete and rubbing his shoulders, He groans making you furrow your eyebrows. 

“can’t figure something out” Joe chimes in making you nod, You tilt your head at Pete.

“it’s missing something.. and the only thing i can come up is with your help” He says making you confused. His face blushes and he looks down at his hands. 

He takes a deep breath before explaining, “Well, I was listening to the solo and noticed the guitar kind of sounds like it’s moaning. So I got this idea of on the back vocals….we could put in some real ones.” You looked at him in surprise.

You let out a quiet oh before nodding “who’s were you thinking of recording?”  He smirks “maybe yours? but only if your comfortable”

You can’t help but feel butterflies, “it will just be us.” he adds before grabbing your face and kissing your cheek. 

“ well i can just fake them” you shrug making him chuckle, “ nah i want the real deal” he whispers in your ear.

you look at the guys making sure they weren’t listening and they were tuned out in their own conversation.

You think for a moment before backing up and running a hand through your hair, “ Guys can you give me and Pete a moment?” You ask making them look at you. 

“Oh yeah! we were getting hungry so we were gonna hit up a place” Joe says standing up and grabbing his coat. 

“ We will be right back let us know if you want anything” Patrick asks before smiling. you look at Pete than back at patrick and shake your head. “ we’re good!”

He nods and follows andy and joe out, Pete stands up and walks over before locking the door behind you. “ well what do you wanna do?” He asks as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you in closer.

He smiles and kisses you softly before looking into your eyes, Your mouth opens to say something but you let out a scream as he picks you up and lays you down on the couch.

He looks down at you, smiling. you can’t help but stare in awe at his beauty. He crawls on top of you and pulls your lips into his. Kissing passionately.

His hands roam all over your body as his mouth makes his way down your jaw and neck, You buck your hips up into his making him chuckle into your neck.

“ I’m taking that as a yes? “ he raises a brow before you nod making him stand up and grab a mic.

He turns it on and places it on the coffee table besides you and lays back on you. 

You look at the recording thing flash red out the door, “ this is gonna be so hot” He jokes making you hit him lightly in the chest.

“ you’re-“ Pete interrupts you with a shh and kissing you again.

He breaks the kiss apart to pull up your sundress over your waist. “so stupid” you finish your sentence as his hand slips down into your panties. 

He traces his finger up your folds, “mm, you're already so wet for me," his voice was low and it brought chills down your spine.

Pete finds your clit making you gasp into his mouth, before he smirks and goes back to sucking and biting  marks onto your neck.

His fingers waist no time before entering your hole slowly, You let out a whine as your eyes squeeze shut.

“a-ah pete” You moan out, “ you like that?” he teases against your neck, “yes” you cry out as he inserts another finger. 

Your back arches unconsciously,  He curls his fingers making you cry out again. He starts fucking you with his fingers the pace making you scream.

He starts to kiss down your body before stopping above your cunt watching as your take his fingers, “ atta girl “ he praises.

He just stares at your pussy, taking in how it glistened and dripped. All for him. 

His arms keep your legs open and he presses a kiss to your clit, “Pete!” You cry out looking down at him. 

“you’re doing so good sugar” he mumbles against you, sending vibrations through you. 

He takes his time kissing the sensitive bud before softly flicking his tongue against it. Your breath hitches.

Wanting more from you, he continues sucking at your clit as he fucks his fingers in and out. 

“oh my god” you yell out and throw your head back, your hands fly to his hair. pulling tightly. causing him to groan against you.

You feel the pool in your stomach sink as he continues the abuse on your cunt. You squirm and moan, he holds you down. 

“you can take it baby” he says backing away from your clit and kissing your thigh, “i’m so close-“ your cut off by a moan that strangles out as he sucks on your bundle of nerves and pushes you into bliss.

“let go sugar, let me hear you” he praises making you tug at his hair as your back arches. he keeps fingering and sucking like it’s his one purpose in this life. Your hips jerk as the assault on your clit only grows more intense. 

You’re panting, pretty sure you’re reaching the high point. He’s knuckle deep fucking you with his fingers, You gasp and claw at the couch. 

Hitting all your favorite spots and working you closer and closer, He can feel you contracting around his digits, clit pulsing with your imminent release.

You’re right there. It’s about to wash over you. You’re writhing and bucking under his touch, “ That’s it pretty girl, cum all over my fingers” His words sending you over the edge.

Warmth comes over you as your vision goes white and you attempt to close your legs around his hand.

You pant as he pulls his fingers out, “god. you so look hot baby” he says and grabs the mic before turning it off and staring  at you.

You open your eyes and lazily smile, “ carry me to bed? i’m tired” you ask and he nods before picking you up bridal style and walking to the bedroom. 

#smut fic #emo #fall out boy #pete wentz x reader #pete wentz #x reader smut

[olderthannetfic]

A lot of people in your inbox are doing the thing from that Tumblr post about how way too many people only think of feminism discussions in terms of the Most Oppressed Man and Least Oppressed Woman. Y'all really need to stop comparing marginalized men to white cis straight female CEOs, and instead compare them to women who are similarly marginalized.

I think the gender pay gap in many countries - an objective reality with tons of statistics to back it up - is a good way to illustrate this. Yeah, if you're a man in a low level at a company, the women ranked above you probably make more than you. But what about the women at the same level as you? That's what the pay gap is referencing: that women tend to make less than men (of the same race and other factors - there's also a racial pay gap, and black women make even less than white women but also less than black men) for doing the same work, at the same level, etc.

(And sometimes the disparity isn't even between people on the "same level": Claire Foy played Queen Elizabeth II on The Crown, a show ABOUT Queen Elizabeth II, and she made less than Matt Smith did playing Prince Philip until she found out and drew attention to it and the studio was forced to pay her what they owed her.)

The argument of comparing more privileged women and less privileged men, though, is one that anti-feminists like Men's Rights Activists use to deny the gender pay gap. They'll argue that because some individual women in higher-powered jobs make more than they do, that the pay gap doesn't exist, even though those women are likely making less than men in similarly high-powered jobs.

We need ways to talk about these systematic realities because we can't really address the problem if you don't know what causes the problem. But I also hope people realize that this particular thought distortion can be applied to pretty much any type of marginalization.

And, in fact, outside of Tumblr, it DOES get used that way. I've seen people do this with race: suggest that the existence of multimillionaire black athletes and actors alongside the existence of, say, homeless white people, means that white privilege/racism isn't real. Or use the existence of affluent gay people or gay politicians like Pete Buttigieg, or the fact that a lot of white cis gay people can buy into racism or transphobia, to suggest that homophobia doesn't exist. Just about every disabled person I know has a story about someone suggesting their disability "can't be all that bad" because of other advantages they had in life. Yeah, having an advanced degree and supportive family, friends and spouse means my ADHD doesn't affect me as badly as if I didn't have those things - but if I didn't have ADHD I'd still have fewer struggles. That's the comparison point.

When you're designing an experiment you can't alter every variable at once. You have to stick to just one variable at a time.

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[fob4ever]

pete, patrick & andy on elvis duran 3.24.23

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one time during a snl performance they were jumping around so much that it shook all the snl sets because they didnt know they were all connected lol

patrick talks about early days fob, how he never expected fob to be anything more than a side project for pete & andy bc they were in bigger bands at the time. he didnt even expect it to last the summer!

andy: “i can see into the future so i knew.”

interview: “[when touring] do you keep away from each other or spend a ton of time together?” andy: “all of that. seriously. we know when to stay away, we still hang out, we go to movies together, we get food together but also have our separate time.”

patrick talks about how it took a while to understand anger/frustration of people in the band “it’s like, ‘is pete mad at me?’ no! he’s frustrated with something.” talks about how theres not a lot of leaving the room and going “what was up with HIM???” anymore. “you know what everybody’s feeling, it’s kind of intuitive now.”

pete likes how genre-less music is nowadays

interviewer asks if pete gets opinions from his kids re: fob music. pete: “they give a lot of feedback, in general. [...] i don't take all of their advice, i don't let them a&r all of the songs, but they're pretty good at it.”

patrick does a johnny carson impression (bc andy quoted a line from a skit.. cute)

patrick talks about feeling like an older brother/”parental” when ppl injure themselves at shows now “i hope they’re okay! don’t break something!”

patrick: “i think i sleep so much less now than i ever used to... with kids, and i'm a little bit of a workaholic so when im not on stage im doing other things. i need to relax a bit i think.”

patrick [on working with neal avron again]: “it's like going back to your childhood home, but now you can drink.”

pete talks about how nihilism can be paralyzing for him, and how he sometimes doesn’t want to do anything because of it, but he feels that “life is short, so you gotta do a lot of stuff, you gotta make friends, do crazy things, make art... you just have to do things, and that’s important.”

patrick: “that was a heavy answer!”

pete: “life lessons are not meant to be [p&p in unison] light...”

interviewer asks how joe is! patrick: “he's good. i talked to him yesterday. i think its tough for him because he knows that he has to do it, but then he also hates not being here. it's difficult for him but he needed it. i think it's great to check in with him because he's just so excited to get back to it.” joe <3

interviewer asks about social media, and how it affects them because their radio station can get a bad tweet/review and it affects them badly, how does fob deal with it?  

patrick: “i left. that's one of the reasons why i left. it just became this wild place for a little while [...] i'm also one of those people [that puts] it all into music, so i can't really communicate through other things."

pete pulls his sleeve down over his hand to sneeze into it. i just thought it was endearing lol

pete is pro-tiktok. he likes that people takes it and makes it their own through remixes/memes 

suddenly! someone’s phone goes off. their ringtone is “fake out”. patrick gets SO excited he cuts the interviewer off mid question- “is that someone’s ringtone?! that makes me so happy! :D” he talks about how he never knows how the new stuff is going to be recieved so hearing it as someone’s ringtone made him super happy :D

AI talk in music (this kills the man --> me)

patrick: "i will say that if a song doesn't go over really well, and it's really hard to sing, i'm like: 'we don't HAAAVE to do that one, right?!'"

patrick: "we made [folie a deux] with neal avron and it was very experimental and we were pushing things and seeing what we could do, but we as a band at that time were very fractured and all over the place... i had this wanderlust to get back in the studio with [neal] now, because we are a such different band of people at this point. we get on so much better, we communicate better- both interpersonally and musically, so i was like, 'i would like to see that again'. [...] andy, you said it was like 'superpowers' we all have superpowers now. so i feel like the sound of this record is really just us actualised as us, at the height of our power.” (they say that last bit together : ) )

pete: “this is a record where we were able to realize that, 'oh! guitars are happening, and there's this fest happening in vegas, mgk, all these things...' and my friend was like, 'you guys should just do swgd part 2!' and i remember thinking, 'we absolutely have to NOT do that.' but we've got to do something that's adjacent, something that reminds everyone of fall out boy and i think with this record we've blended all of the eras of fall out boy together.”

#^___^ #recap

[apolloanddaphnis]

Liz and Billy

II. Should I Stay or Should I Go

Warnings: Allusions and tales of infidelity. Mentions of alcohol abuse.

Disclaimer: it will get more exciting after this chapter.

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♡♡Colson POV♡♡

Six days and twelve hours.

I didn't text her, but I was keeping up with every single Instagram post and every single snap story.

And we haven't spoken since the day she came over to fix my life and left it as soon as. Well that's not true, she texted me a verse from Goodnight Moon on the night of.

Goodnight stars

Goodnight air

Goodnight noises everywhere 🌟 🌃 

I've been reading that text for six days, once every hour.

She's strange, she never puts on a show but the way she talks you think she does. Always speaking with that Mid-Atlantic accent and in quotes, Megan says she has always been like that.

It's like she walked right off an old movie and into the 21st century, so fucking beautiful. About 5'3 of pure tease. Dewy and rosy, olive skin, a perfect China bob that frames her perfectly round, moon face. Full, wide lips below a cute pug nose that I might have fantasized biting. And those fucking eyes, those eyes are just as famous as her hair and her ass, her thick, juicy, Bonita applebaum ass. When I first saw Minka Farrah on TV, it was a really good horror film, Possession, she starred in it and she was mostly naked. They never showed between her legs and now after what Megan told me, I know why. But the world saw plenty else, her perfect dump truck ass, all hers and you can tell the difference between silicone and real. 

So thick with wide hips and shapely thighs, she's soft and curvy with an hourglass dip in her waist and a soft stomach, and perky soft looking very small tits. Probably double As, when she pushes them together with her arms they knock down a letter, and the nipples are huge, puffy, and so pink they were almost cherry-tipped. I've written a lot of songs I didn't dare release about them. Her iconic ass drew me in like her iconic eyes, a perfect shade of violet, a mixture of indigo-purplish almost blue hues. They always look like they're flirting, with very thick, long black eyelashes and a hooded appearance.

Have I always lusted after Minka? Yes. Do I have a crush on her ever since she fed me and listened to me? No, she's just a friend I happen to find hot. I think Dom's hot and we only fucked around like once.

They always say sex dreams almost never have anything to do with sex, there has to be a psychological meaning behind me dreaming about stuffing her hole with my cock, watching her ass red from hand bouncing all juicy on my thighs as she looks over her shoulders at me with her violet-blue eyes.

"Yeah, it means you wanna psychologically fuck her rectum up." That's what Pete said to me when I told him.

I missed her though.

I missed how she heard that I was toxic to Megan and yet she still wanted to make sure I was okay, I missed how the short amount of time she was in my house made it feel like a real home and not a party pad. I missed that she made me breakfast and talked to me. She's so easy to talk to, and doesn't want anything from me. 

I found out where she was, I had to see her. She was filming a movie down at the studio. When I pulled up she was walking out looking fucking unreal, in a pink skirt with green stems and flowers that looked like a sarong, easily I could make out the shape of her thick thighs, her little cherries were hidden beneath a cropped green vest with gold animal buttons, and to complete her style were creamy caramel and white cowgirl boots. She was laughing at something a good looking, edgy, tall blonde guy was saying, and I wanted to knock his teeth out. I recognized him as Henry Creel from Stranger Things.

I rolled down the window of my F-Pace and her stunning lavender-blue eyes finally acknowledged me. She looks so happy to see me, take that Stranger dick. This girl's smile is out of this world, her plump pink lips spread to reveal her pretty and slightly crooked teeth that strangely turn me on, especially that gap between her two front teeth. Such a cutie.

"Colson!" She ran over to me and I got out of the car, she wrapped her arms around my waist and I pulled her close and kissed her head. She smells amazing, woody, earthy, and floral like a fairy.  

"Hey Mink." 

She stood on her toes with a little bounce  to reach up and ruffle my carnation pink hair. I briefly closed my eyes at the feeling of her fingers in my hair. "Needs a touch up, it's fading." She commented with a hum.

"Oh you're a hairdresser now?"  I teased.

She giggled, all teeth and crinkled eyes as her nose scrunched up like a bunny.  "Well my cousin Alicja is. She teaches me everything."

"Not your stylist?"

"I don't have one." She said simply and kissed my cheek. "Darling, are you up for introductions or shall I give my apologies to Jamie?" She gestured to the tattooed string bean, like I had room to talk.

"I just wanna hang out with you, not trying to be a dick but I mean…it's been six days."

She laughed softly and playfully pinched my cheek. "He's been counting, how cute." 

I rolled my eyes and she gave my hand a gentle squeeze with her soft one. "I'll tell him you're not feeling well, give me a second, gorgeous." With that term of endearment She ran back over to the actor.

Jamie looked disappointed, but only to see Minka go. I bit back a frown when she gave him a peck on the lips and a chest-pressed hug before running back to me.

I honestly don't know why I did it, but I wrapped my arm around her and opened the car door before practically placing her in.

"Let's go to your place and have lunch, I'll make it." She suggested. "But we should stop for candy and wine." She exclaimed. 

I laughed "Sounds chill, but maybe we should Doordash it, I'm not prepared to get ambushed."

"That's true, oh but you know what's better than Doordash? Kai-dash, I'll text Kaiden. What teeth rotting goodies do you want?"

"You have good taste, you decide."

Megan was at the spa, she usually spends a while there before going to get a botox touch up. Casie is at her mom's for a couple days, so it was going to be just the two of us.

"Kaiden will be here with our snacks in twenty minutes." She said as she followed me inside. 

"Does he want to chill with us?" I hoped that would be a big fat no, kinda just need some Minka time, she's therapeutic. 

"No, he has plans, I promised not to bother him for the rest of the day.'' She smiled. "May I take off my shoes?"

"Yeah of course, get comfortable. "

I really shouldn't have said that, especially with my kinks. Because when she sat down and removed her boots and everything, the most beautiful well pedicured pair of feet whorishly revealed themselves to me. They looked soft and smooth, painted a dusky rose color and trimmed to perfection.  I wanted to suck on each toe, I needed them rubbing all nine inches of me.

She took my staring the wrong way though and looked sheepish. "What's wrong with my feet?"

"Shit, nothing, the color is really nice." Good cover, Col.

She relaxed and gave me that pretty smile of hers. "Oh, thank you. It's teak rose by Revlon. Maybe I'll paint yours later, okay?"

She's so sweet, and has no idea that I'm imagining ungodly situations with those model pair of feet.

"I'll get started on making lunch." 

I got up to follow her. "Need any help?"

"No thank you, you can relax, let me take care of you."

"I'll just chill in there with you." So I've been in a clingy mood lately.

She didn't seem to mind though. "Sounds perfect, you can choose the music. "

I told Alexa to play the Appetite for Destruction album and Minka lit up like a Christmas tree. "This is one of my favorite albums!"

I felt myself grinning. "Yeah? That's fire, I love that 80s rock."

"Me too, Duff McKagan is one of the best bassists of all time, definitely giving props to his punk roots." Could she be any more perfect? When girls talk music, it's so hot.

 "You a punk fan?"

She nodded enthusiastically.  "The Clash and Theatre of Hate are my favorite bands."

"The Clash is fire, Theatre of Hate I never heard of."

"I need to show you them, they're from England early 80s. Lead singer was romantically involved with Boy George, basically all of Culture Club's music is about Kirk Brandon, the lead singer of Theatre of Hate."

"Holy shit, you know a lot. Why didn't you go into music?'

"I'm a homebody, I don't know if I could tour."

I nodded. "Makes sense, I'm a homebody myself and it can get a lot."

"Whenever you're feeling overwhelmed on tour, call me up Colson, I mean it." She said it with such tenderness, I felt that shit in my throat. 

'`You didn't mention you aren't musically talented, are you?' I decided it was safe to change the subject.

As she was cooking she briefly looked at me with a secret smile. "I'll never tell."

"You and your secrets. "

"They're all I have to myself. And clearly that's not even true anymore." She was referring to the recent apparent scandal.  It was fucked up to call it that. Makes me mad all of the ignorant assholes on social media, it got so bad she had to take down her socials.

I felt an overwhelming urge of protectiveness over the sweet little actress, and went over pulling her in a bear hug. She hugged my arm and kissed it. Her smell and how she feels in her arms was too good, too comfortable, I didn't want to let her go, didn't want her to leave, just wanted to shield her from the world.. 

We stayed like that for a while, and she went back to making lunch. I checked my phone when the doorbell rang, and saw Kaiden. So I got the snacks from him before he ran off to a hookup judging by that smile.

Looking in the bag I saw cherry peel able twizzlers, a box of See's Candies chocolates, Milano's, Godiva chocolate covered strawberries, Haribo rainbow worms and happy cherries, Albanese gummy bears, sour patch kids, Ferrero rocher bars, some Häagen-Dazs, 

"Lunch is ready."

"Smells so good, what did you make?"

"Bang bang tacos and shrimp quesadillas."

"Tryna fatten me up? I know I'm skin bones." I laughed. "I'm shocked you're not married by now."

"28 is much too young to get married! And as much as I admire Elizabeth Taylor, I don't want seven names, I want my forever."

For some reason, my imagination went wild, thinking of this as an everyday occurrence.  My arm around her curvy little build, as she's cooking over the stove, laughing at something I said. 

It's not cool, I'm engaged to Megan. Even if I'm starting to feel like somebody else gets me.

"But you've been asked."

She looked up at me with her lavender-blue gaze as she put my plate together. "What would you like to drink?"

"I'll take that as a yes."

She took out sparkling lime waters from the fridge and sliced up some lime to put it in. 

"Who was it?" I didn't mean to ask s aggressively, but I had to know who had tried their hand at claiming her and failed.

"Which time?''

Why am I not surprised? "Go in order." I put everything on a tray and I took it to carry to the living room. 

"At sixteen–".

"Sixteen!?"

She laughed at my frown. "Sixteen, I wasn't even seeing anyone, I was a shy little virgin who was newly starting acknowledging myself as Minka. My best friend at the time, her dad, offered to leave his wife for me, marry me, and pay for my surgery."

I was really pissed off that some grown ass man tried to take advantage of a kid like that. Especially Minka.

I sat down and she joined me. "What a creep, I'm sorry you had to go through that."

She shrugged. "It doesn't phase me, I just honestly thought about how depressed I'd be if I left my family. I never considered it. Then at eighteen it was my boyfriend, Taylor. He was a trans man, related to some beatniks who did really well for themselves, he himself was a punk which was funny considering he grew up with three houses. He owned five motorcycles and four sportscars. He was forty two."

I got my stash out and started rolling.

"I cannot imagine you with some wannabe bad boy. " I laughed. "You always with an old man?"

"You're quite right, I much prefer the real ones. But yes I love older men, they're obsessive and that suits me. But I said no to Taylor, but not at first." She grinned like the cat that got the cream.

"Wait, you were engaged!?"

She laughed and took a bite out of a taco the same time I did. Damn if I could choose what to eat everyday. 

"For seven days, in London. He had a flat there in SoHo. Seven wonderful days, he proposed to me with Elizabeth Taylor's ring from Richard Burton that he bought off of Kathy Ireland."

"You and your old people."

She playfully slapped my arm. "Hush, I'm storytelling!" He giggled. "I can stop anytime."

"No" I touched her knee. "Don't. So, he proposed with your idol's ring…

She nodded.  "Seven days we were engaged."

"What happened to Prince charming?"

"I missed my family, I cried calling my mother. I was sobbing in Polish on the phone, you'd think I was kidnapped. Poor Taylor… I have such an attachment to my family. Even now, i bought Jerzy, my brother , a house two doors down from mine and Petra lives there with him, my sister."

"Was Taylor your last proposal?"

She laughed. "Absolutely not, the year before I became big I met Jamie when we were visiting my mother's sister, Aunt Ewa, in London. It was 2014. We stayed in the summer. I met Jamie at a show. His band didn't know it, his band is a side but they're so good. He saw me in the first row and took me backstage. We spent every day together, mamusia loved him." She looked a little conflicted at the moment. "The youngest man I've been with and he's seven years older. Well, it was my happiest relationship. We had so much in common, and I could handle his alcohol problems. " I took a drag of my joint feeling of jealousy and anger course through me. "Even when it got bad, even when he hid me from everyone. Only my siblings knew we were together. My parents thought we were just best friends, and he got me a role in a movie…he wanted me to be a star." I offered her a smoke but she shook her head and continued. "When the summer was ending he didn't want to lose me. He proposed to me in secret, even though he was already engaged to Lily Collins. I knew that but I was too caught up to care, I get so romantic sometimes. He proposed to me with an amethyst and diamond engagement ring, for my eyes and my birthstone. I wore it on a necklace and hid it. He got me a spot in the West End theater and told my parents, so I could stay with him." She smiled but it didn't meet her beautiful eyes. "And it worked, and  he put me up in a SoHo townhouse he bought for me for us, away from Lily and his family. I was trained in the west end and quickly got put in films. He was my manager…my best friend, and my fiancé. It was…well it became a little much and after two years I permanently moved back to America.  But he didn't allow anyone to try and seduce me or woo me. We were still engaged. Up until three years ago." She got up and headed to the kitchen, I followed as I felt so much rage. 

She found a bottle of wine and poured a glass. 

"Hold the fuck up, is that the same Stranger Things dick I saw you with today?!"

She took a big gulp and nodded "We're friends now, we've been good for a year, we're good now. I just…going through the memories again–"

"Minka, what the fuck– I don't want you to–"

"You have no right, don't start talking mad now darling. " She set the glass down and walked her hip swaying walk into the living room. 

"Mink, fuck. I don't give a fuck what you say– fuck, he still wants you! This sounds toxic–

"Colson, darling. Let's not get hysterical." She climbed into my lap and cupped my face, I couldn't breathe. My nostrils flared like a bull from rage and sexual frustration, and all I can smell is her. I think about Jamie acting like it's all fine but it isn't and I want to beat his face in. He thinks he still has her. The thought of him touching her having her…I want to kill him, why am I feeling like this?

I pulled her close, gripping her hips so tight. I noticed her pretty face wince, her skirt was bunched up around her shapely thighs. I pressed my forehead against hers. 

"Take a deep breath now love, in…" I inhaled like she said. "And exhale…" I let go and closed my eyes, she guided my head to her chest and she stroked my hair, it felt so nice. 

"Now button, it's dirt under a rug isn't it? Nothing to upset your stomach over, hmm? Now Jamie knows we are just friends. I have made it clear, we have been through too much to never say anything to one another again." She kissed my head and I hugged her closer. "Let's watch your favorites, okay monkey?"

I laughed gently. "I'm not a baby you know."

"Of course you are! You're my baby." She was teasing but I didn't want her to. The thought was nice. 

#mgk x reader #mgk imagine #colson x oc #colson baker x reader #colson baker #mgk #machine gun kelly #Spotify

[figkeele]

I get it okay, being sad about a fucking game sucking or your favorite franchise character assassinating is stupid, but it doesn't feel like that now.

You don't know how much extra work I picked up to be able to pre-order the game, because with mom being stage IV it's not good around here...

And okay, maybe because of that, maybe because of my financial, and emotional struggles, maybe because my whole life is being torn apart - by my own brain disease, my mom's cancer, my coworker's suicide. Maybe I'm more sensitive. But this fucking game and the fandom meant a lot to me, it was my last refuge from all the shit in my life.

And sue me, Spider-Man means a lot to me, especially the 1048 universe, but not anymore. And it feels like my last fucking piece of happiness got robbed.

And now, Insomniac, the fucking praised studio, for their awesome storytelling comes up with this heap of garbage. And I know, they can say oh, you haven't played it, I don't need to. Not to see the fucking glaring plot holes or the repetitive shit they're doing? -Really? Agent Venom saves Peter when he almost dies to Kraven in the first act. REALLY? Then Peter again almost dies, this time to Venom, when again they need to resurrect him.

Two times he literally dies and gets resurrected and that's somehow good storytelling? Miles is Spider-Man for less time than him, but it seems Peter can't keep himself alive. And that's your main hero? One near-death would be more than enough, now he just seems incompetent.

And yeah, I get it, the symbiote has to be evil. Mindless. And unsympathetic. I get it, it's okay. The most basic adaptation, but so fresh, right? Yeah, so unique.

But really, the main thing where Insomniac promised a story about personal conflicts is just about an alien wanting to eat the planet? How is that personal? How is that personal that he manipulates Harry via his mom's voice. And then Peter just lets Harry die, because of power? Because he needs the power to save Harry, but he won't save him? Because he doesn't care if he dies? How is that good storytelling? How is that not character-assassinating Peter fucking Parker? But okay, that's what comics are doing, guess Insomniac needed to catch up. And of course, after Harry knows that the symbiote is BAD, he takes it back because he's angry at Peter for being influenced by the symbiote. WHAT DRUGS DID YOU TAKE that this makes any kind of narrative sense to you?

And no, I get it, I wouldn't mind Cindy getting introduced at all. But that it's a fucking big, wild, random coincidence that she ends up being the step-sister of Miles, and everyone is talking about the fucking pheromones? Thanks. Really, you wrote this to the incels.

And let's not talk about Peter retiring but still being around after the end game because you can't just disable Pete, right? Even if narratively that would make sense? How is that not narratively dissonant?

After this I'm gonna write all the incest porn, so at least Hailey can go suck it. Thanks, Insomniac, I really loved what I spent my money on.

Also yeah, your Italian reviewer LEAKED THE WHOLE GAME. But you can't do anything, because it's not an illegal copy.

#sm2 spoilers #sm2 leaks

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

okay so I know in the werewolf au jake and Ronnie are gonna stay together forever but would they ever do like an actual wedding.

Like let Ronnie wear a white dress have Pete (or Bradley or both) walk her down the aisle. Both packs together to celebrate

WEREWOLF MARRIAGE CEREMONIES LETS GOOOOOOO

thank you so much for sending this in lovey, I am simply bursting at the seams to talk about this after some discussion with @blue-aconite (Fe my werewolf love)

so, um, not exactly a traditional marriage ceremony if the gif gives anything away

I based this off of this^ ceremony from House of the Dragon cause uh....Big Sexy and also fit well with my vibes (but I changed a few things)

I like giving stuff in this universe latin names

so the wedding ceremony is called Foedus Aeternum, or covenant eternal promise

Foedus Aeternum needs to take place on the night of the crescent moon (something something symbol of fertility something something)

At the location of the Pack House/Den (so for Red Sky, in the middle of the woods, at the cave where Jake first turned!)

There are torches and the wolves from the pack are present, and if the Luna is from a different pack, that pack is also present

The Luna, if she's not a wolf, is brought to the ceremony on the back of her mate's second (but since Ronnie is technically from a different pack, Bradley brings her to the ceremony)

Traditionally the bride wears white, but the fabric can be decorated with her future pack's colors (for Ronnie, a bit of red)

The bride walks down the aisle alone, however, a symbol of that separation from her family/the pack that raised her.

And joins her mate who waits by a great bonfire (love a good bonfire)

They cut each other's palms and their hands are tied together, a symbol of their union and the joining of their bloodlines and the sheer weight of their covenant and promise to one another

the alpha and the luna memorize the traditional vows (which I haven't come up with yet don't come at me) before the ceremony, no one presides over this. it's just the two of them making this covenant with one another. The Moon Goddess is presiding technically I guess lol

they say those vows to each other, then they cut each other's bottom lip

this is more of a symbol of their unending love for one another and their connection through the mate bond

they kiss and taste each other's blood (and that is just cause it's hot as fuck)

so now TRADITIONALLY right after the ceremony, the alpha is supposed to take the luna into their Pack House/Den and consummate the marriage

with all the other wolves present

listening to everything and smelling everything

it is just important to werewolves that a bond is properly settled and that their alpha is full of virility and that their luna is satisfied. it's just important.

This consummation is supposed to be the first time the mated pair have sex, but that rarely ever happens these days

but anyway, there we go! the echo or the answer universe werewolf marriage ceremony! she do be dark, she do be slightly violent, she do be sexy.

werewolf!topgun taglist cause Important and Cool:

@blue-aconite @darkestbeforethedawn16 @supernaturaldawning @illisius @hope-love-equality2 @wanderingdetectives @sqrlgrl22 @dempy @theforevermorereject @the-untamed-soul @emandems10 @xxshea-barnesxx @piceous21 @sopheeg @ollyoxenfrees @luckyladycreator2 @newlibrary @himbos-on-ice @gigisimsonmars @agentminnesota187 @indynerdgirl @mellark-studio @smoothdogsgirl @kkrenae

#annie answers #fic: the echo (or the answer) #fd: top gun #werewolf au #werewolf!topgun #alpha!jake #alpha!hangman #werewolf!jake #werewolf!hangman #werewolf jake #werewolf hangman #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #the echo lore

[thislovintime]

Peter Tork performing “For Pete’s Sake” in Michigan, August 1987. (x)

“The lyrics [to ‘For Pete’s Sake’] were just out of the air. It was basically just me playing these chords at my house, and my then-roommate, Joey Richards, was with me, and he threw in a couple of odds and ends of lines as I was going along. It just fell right into place. There was no particular reference, we weren’t thinking about anything much. The lyrics sound a little silly to me now, but it was okay. [...] [It was] my first song on a Monkees record and my first song that I had written.” - Peter Tork, Headquarters 2007 liner notes

“The thing about it that I remember is that one note is an added fourth, it’s not suspended. It was so weird and it sounds so funky. I was really pleased with that. It just fell out of my hands, you know? It was one of those things where my hands just wrapped around the guitar and that’s what they did. It was my first song on a Monkees record and my first song that I had written. There was one song that I wrote before that in… oh god, I don’t know… ’62 or something like that.” - Peter, The Monkees Day By Day

“I came to a halt at the third line and Joey threw in a line. The lyrics to For Pete’s Sake are kind of teenage in its grasp of the issues shall we say, the depth of its grasp of the issues but it’s certainly a fun song.” - Peter Tork, Rock Cellar Magazine, 2016

“Mike named it. He’s fond of naming songs with utter disregard to the content, theme, or lyric of the song. He just thought it was funny to call it ‘For Pete’s Sake,’ and I thought that was cool. I hadn’t thought about a title when I brought it in to the studio. They said ‘Sure, this is a good song, we’ll put it on the album,’ and there you go. Bob Rafelson, one of the producers, decided to use it as the ending theme for the show. I’m proud of it, sure. And also the fact that I wrote two songs in the movie Head — ‘Can You Dig It’ and ‘Long Title: Do I Have to Do This All Over Again.’” - Peter Tork, Mental Floss, 2014

“Check the lyric ‘A Better World’ for a rather more sophisticated and for my money a more direct and useful approach to the issues at hand although it was wonderful to have the song selected as being the closing theme to the TV show from the second season through all of its reruns. […] ‘A Better World,’ which was written by my brother Nick [Thorkelson] and I produced it. […] I think it’s a very good song and it’s easy to listen to. It’s not turgid or thick but it’s very significant. I think it talks to a very important world point. I’m just pleased as hell to even have had a chance for it to go on a limited edition thing. I would have liked for it to have been on the original album [Good Times!] but it didn’t come to pass that way.” - Peter Tork, Rock Cellar Magazine, 2016

#The Monkees #Monkees #Peter Tork #Tork quotes #Tork songs #Joey Richardson #michael nesmith #et al #For Pete's Sake #<3 #long read #Tork videos #Can You Dig It #Long Title: Do I Have To Do This All Over Again #A Better World #Headquarters #The Monkees Head #Good Times! #60s Tork #80s Tork #00s Tork #10s Tork #criminally underrated #so much respect for PT #Tork performances #1987 #Rock Cellar Magazine #can you queue it

[funkyeahdangelo]

an okayplayer review from questlove ca. 2001-2?

D'angelo      Voodoo       (Virgin)                           [five afro pics; described as "- "Mommy Mommy!! That big-ass bear said that he will decapitate the whole family if we don't purchase ten copies of this record for each family member!!!!!!!!" via "Matter in His Own Hand.Welcome, players, to ?uestlove's Record Review Section (where I actually listen to the records more than once!) "]:     ( ok. i know that it's really a conflict of interest for me to review this        record cause this ain't a record where i'm a guest. sure to d, this is        "voodoo". to me? this is called "vicarious fantasy", because if i was        a singer this would be the record i'd make. hands down          . but that doesn't mean this is for everybody. music lovers come under        2 umbrellas. number one: those who use it for growth and spiritual fulfillment        and number two: those who use it for mere background music. the thing        is, this record is too extreme to play the middle of the fence. this record        is the litmus test that will reveal the most for your personality. cats        who live for music and all the new directions it can show you have cried        when i played this record (i don't wanna embarrass no one but i assure        you at least 7 of your favorite artists were on their knees BAWLING because        of this astounding document of music. this is what we need today...this        is no miseducation ....this is the blueprint right here!) for them.         i know for a fact that tribe inspired slum, slum inspired d, and d inspired        "things fall apart". i assure you, the only reason that "things..." was        the way it was is because of the endless education i got from moonlighting        on this record. the intro? and all that dialogue floating around? (came        from russ' (elevado, engineer)3-d like mixing). the volume floating up        and down on "the realm"? that from all the endless info that chief hendrix        engineer eddie kramer bestowed on us when talking of jimi's endless ideas        when recording at the studio jimi built for us. "double trouble"? inspired        by "great day in the morning" i was not gonna let no r and b cat out dirty        the drums i created. and "love of my life"? d and i always talked about        having an "electric relaxation". meaning that smoove ass song that starts        side two that's so lush and beautiful that you wanna just.......die!!!        slum's "electric" was "fall in love". d called me 4am screaming that he        finally had a "relaxation". ("the root") shieeeet, if i didn't feel left        out in the cold, side two of "tfa" would've started with "100% dundee".                  just being around these cats made me want to better my shit. i can't recall        the times we would have listening sessions and primo would come down and        play us shit from the unreleased "moment of truth", or pete rock would        play his "treats of the week" (pete makes 20 tracks a week, rides around        nyc and gets feedback from cats) and i don't even gotta talk about slum        village. i was the only cat not pulling my weight. i just wanted to pop        a tape in and watch niggas scream as they jumped with envy while listening        to my shit. they all got inspired by each other and dagnabbit i wasn't        going down without a fight. so just know the next time you listen to "tfa"     know that's a record with a man who was trying to excel from just being        a "great drummer" to an artist that inspires his fellow artists. and sure        enough in time "tfa" got revamped to fit my tastes to the point that cats        was happy to hear my shit and i wasn't embarrassed to play em shit, cause        i guarantee you, if d doesn't jump 6 feet in the air, and tip don't shake        his head like he don't believe it, and jay don't do his patented "whoooohoooo!"        it ain't bangin. so in short this record made "tfa" and fantastic vol        2 possible. this is a track by track guide to how "voodoo" got made. "player        player"                we started this in august '96. d's manager dominique treneir was one the        executive producers of space jam and d was making a contribution. before        this our history was limited to illadelph's "hypnotic" and a song that        didn't make the "set it off" soundtrack ("bitch"). so already "bitch"        with it's drunk ass meter, and the new kid on tribe's block, jay dee,        were steering us in this new direction, of soul for 2000.                bad boy was just about to eclipse and rule the sound that was then "death        row". the drums on "dreamin eyes of mine" (from brown sugar) were always        my favorite and showed me endless possibilities of funk. i just combined        all those influences and gave d some nasty ass funk. i was rim shottin        the snare hard as hell, and making my meter sloppy as hell. but not so        sloppy that you couldn't feel it. as for the icing on the cake. i showed        d some tricks on how to make his shit sound spacey. so we reversed the        2 inch tape, and i did my patented trick with the rhodes that i've done        with countless roots songs. soon after we just had fun.                you can still hear us laughin our ass off while applying hand claps and        snaps to the track. pretty soon this would become a recording highlight        to the point on all our songs we would have clapping sessions. that was        our bonding moments. ("hello?" what's up nigga? yo where you at? "in philly"        yo, can you get here in 3 hours? "yeah why?" we doin claps "oh cool lemme        get dressed"...)no matter how late, or how inconvenient, clapping session        were the equivalent of sunday dinner on "soul food" and soon we initiated        other cats into the family (common, james poyseur, roy hardgrove, raphael        saadiq, q-tip, pete rock, and even erykah). that's where we would get        crazy, crack jokes, fart, play the dozens and gave each track the good        time feel it deserved) the folks at warner brothers got freaked when they        heard the final product and instead took a brown sugar reject. ("i found        my smile again"). this was just a peek of what was to come. soon 3 years        would follow of funk, unhappy record execs, bonding, rumors of drug abuse,        education from the masters (playing with prince), uneasiness with the        state of black music, divorce, child birth, and the one element that glued        this whole shit together.....love.                it was a love for the dead state of black music, a love to show our idols        how much they taught us. this was the love movement. and this was the        beginning.                "l and r"        by 1998, the ridiculously long delay in this record began to even irk        me, vowing that i wouldn't listen to another lick of this record until        i picked it up in the stores, i trashed my instrumental tapes (well......not        really).i stopped coming by the studio in order to concentrate on my fourth        record. this was a concoction between q-tip and d. yes i'm drumming. but        i'm not drumming (he looped 4 bars of me playing).                d sorely wanted a party song that didn't compromise his future funk vision.        he wanted something sexy for the ladies, but he wanted heads to feel him        as well. the latter wish was too important to him. i remember being in        richmond (his crib) the week "life after death" came out (biggie). he        said he never seen anything like this since ll's sophomore effort "bigger        and deffer". he was right. after our show, the parking lot was a virtual        biggie heaven. this car rocked "player hater", this car had "i've got        a story to tell", this jeep kept "what's beef" on repeat.....and our ride        played "10 crack commandments" til the cops told us to turn it down. the        last conflict was which hip-hop artist would carry d into the jeeps and        backpacks of the heads. to go commercial would ruin the premise of this        whole record. of course tariq and com wouldn't pass the corporate test        (and yes folks we tried). and he didn't want the flavor of the minute        mc. it had to be someone who rode the thin line with ease. so in this        corner.....(love movement era) q-tip. and in that corner the blunt brothers        (meth and red).                general opinion was that the song was cool but nobody was feeling tip's        verse. often times we would try to brainstorm and see if we could come        up with a better song to save us the embarrassment of telling tip we didn't        like his performance. meanwhile manager dom felt that we needed a "hard        nigga" to get the streets to feel this. so we got double the package.        meth and d had been cool since d sang on "break up to make up" for meth.        and of course redman rocked the shit outta "dreamin eyes of mine's remix.        so when the hard knock life came to denver, d packed his bags and headed        west. the results? mixed at best. no one will ever contest that meth and        red are stellar artists, it's just that they didn't fit here. i mean the        appeal to d is partly based on this rebel danger thing......but the misogynistic        verses cut like a knife. d felt it too. after talking to lauryn for an        extended period i'm happy to say that q-tip was reinstated.                "the line"        we did the line in early 98. the working title back then was called "bullet".        sorta like the way way wu tang calls their lyrics "darts". it's a curious        song. it tells me that no matter how confident we seem, to be there's        always a tinge of doubt lurking in the background. it's here that d addresses        the controversy. "i know the pressure is on, from every angle it's coming,        will i hang? or get left hangin? will i fall off? or is it bangin?......                        one of our main gripes was...well his, was that he wanted the soul/loverman        marvin/ al green shit to stop here. but that doesn't mean that he can't        show influence while building his own personality. at close listen one        can hear his voice morph into every style of black music from 20's gospel        quartet to prince. this is also a debut of a style that i started using        called "mother's son" style. i jacked it from curtis mayfeild's drummer.        he used this ill style in which he would hit the edge of the snare and        rim shot at the same time on a song called "mother's son" (well what do        you know?!!) only bobby z. from prince and the revolution used this style        on "under the cherry moon". since this song d makes me use this style        on all his jams. matter of fact, i think i play the snare all of 3 times        on this record. the rest is rim shot funk                "send it on"        here we took a classic melody (from kool and the gang) and turned it into        a classic love song. this is a departure from today's slow jams. but this        is not the typical retro-time machine travel fodder. this is some love        shit for 2000. very polite and sweet. not at all like the monster "untitled"        will be.                "chicken grease"        by mid 99 the soulquarians were in full swing (d, me, jaydee, james poyser)        and we were working on common's "like water for chocolate" when we came        up with this lethal jam. it was so good that d pulled me to the side and        said "i ain't no indian giver....but i ain't lettin Com walk off with        this song.."                he called me 3 times that morning begging to ask com for that track. com        agreed, and we named it "chicken grease" after a phrase that prince uses        when he wants his guitarist to play a 9th minor chord while playing 16th        notes. feelwise we were paying tribute to george clinton. there's the        greek chorus thing going on. very loose. reminiscent of "flashlight".                        "one mo gin"        this is the song of catching up with lost loves and such. real mello.        and smooth.                "the root" "spanish joint", and "great day inna morning"        ok this is the virtuoso part of the record. so intricate that i can't        even describe all the technical stuff to you. this features guitar god        charlie hunter. charles' gift is a unique one. this mofo plays the guitar        and bass at the same time!! no joke!!!! ok well he made the last 2 strings        on his guitar bass strings. but know that this song contained no overdubbing.        so when you hear the solo's and the bass playing at the same time know        that this happened at the same time!!!!!!!!! -                "untitled"        called by most as the best song on the album "untitled" (aka "how does        it feel") is our homage to (the "controversy" era) prince. (not the artist).        this is done quite tactfully. always finding the line between parody and        honesty. plus in an era of "the cover song" redoing a prince song was        taboo. this is the second best thing. -                "africa"        ok. now you're gonna know where i jacked that bell sound from "return        to innocence lost". matter of fact i also jacked my favorite prince jam        ("i wonder u") for the drumming. i also have to say that this is my favorite        song on the record. i had to beg d to do this joint. he didn't see this        at first because we had already did a song about his son. but i told him        the music here fit the mood better.                it's like a bunch of toy boxes playing at once (we took the cover off        the rhodes and mic'd 'em) it gives you that sad feeling that "higher"        gave you on brown sugar a dope song that you don't want to hear because        you know that this is the last song you're gonna hear (never fear folks,        we got about 30 songs that didn't come out yet) in some time. i know d        wanted to do a song that spoke of history. not just to his son. but to        god, to africa and the world.                i could go on but you have to hear this to believe it. in closing i just        have to say that i'd like to thank d for making this opportunity available        to me. by the way "devil's pie" just got added. and the lauryn song isn't        quite done yet. primo did "devil's pie" a song about the money hungry        jiggafied state of the world we're in. which you can't eat without "dough"        "cream" "ice" "cheddar" and "bread" (the key ingredients) and how the        devil will destroy those who will sell their souls to him.                jaydee did the lauryn track. and it has an al green feel to it mixed with        a little "got til it's gone" (jaydee did that too...). there's also some        interludes from our endless jam sessions as well, most notably the ahmad        jamal/ pete rock jam we recreated from the last interlude from pete's        main ingredient. we used those interludes to help the masters speak. on        one marvin gaye talks about the songwriting process, and the intro is        jimi hendrix begging his audience to just "forget everything that happened        yesterday, or today.....we are just making our own little place just give        us that.." we have others but i don't know if they'll get used or not.        anyway. this is the in depth "voodoo" report from the inside. i hope you        enjoy it. just have an open mind to new shit. just give us that...........        

#questlove #voodoo #d'angelo #2000 #review #archive #okayplayer

[bates--boy]

Little Andy (TW for abuse)

As it always goes, I'm the one living with the mishap While he gets away with the kickback In a just world, that shit wouldn’t track But I prolly wouldn't take so much damaged If he had just called me back

Ha ha!

Nah, but for real, though Why am I the one who ends up the sick ho? I deserve payment for this back-breaking work Of reaping what little Andy sows And surviving every day from an overdose

...

“...I don’t like this song.”

          Peter shrugged his shoulders and picked up his pen. “Yeah, I know, the rhyme schemes are a little off, and the word choices aren’t exactly strong. What do you think I should--?”

           “I don’t mean that,” Naseem cut in. He gestured with the notebook, ignoring Peter’s outstretched hand. “I mean, I don’t like how you’re making a mockery of what that boy did to you.”

          Peter slowly lowered his hand, shocking himself with the dry smile on his face. “Ha, ‘mockery’?” he scoffed.

         “Yeah. Making a joke out of it, trying to downplay it--”

         “I did no such thing--”

         “’If he had just called me back’?” Naseem reread aloud, skimming through the song. “’Why am I the one who ends up the sick ho’? ‘Put on a tight skirt and do two-dollar tricks’? Really?”

          Peter shot out of his chair and snatched the notebook out of Naseem’s hand. “Even if I were joking about it, so what? People can joke about their trauma if it helps them, right?”

         “Key phrase being ‘if it helps them’. And is it helping you?”

         Of course, it is! Peter wanted to snap back, but Naseem shifted, widening his stance, crossing his arms and boring those gorgeous eyes into Peter. Waiting, paternalistic, patronizing, analytical. Worse, there was softness in that gaze, softness that was asking Peter to think it through, softness that had Peter slowly sitting back down, the rigidness of his body crumbling. He set the notebook on the table and started tapping his pen on the page. “I mean... I’ve tried writing out my anger before, and you know how that ended up. I thought I could try humor.”

          “That’s not humor, Pete, that’s you demeaning yourself.”

          Peter shrugged again. “Does it matter?”

         “After all the work you’ve put in to get better: yes, it does matter.” Naseem unfolded his arms and crouched at Peter’s side. He laid a hand on Peter’s knee. “Sweets, that nightmare last night: it was about him, wasn’t it?”

        At Peter’s hesitant nod, the studio seemed quieter, the silence and emptiness heavy. Naseem squeezed Peter’s knee. “...Listen, I don’t want you to stop writing or talking about what you’ve experienced if it really helps you. I only want you to be better about it, so you don’t hurt yourself again. That’s all.”

          Peter allowed himself a sweeter smile, looking to Naseem and cupping Naseem’s cheek. “I know. I’m trying.”

         Naseem took Peter’s hand from his cheek and kissed inside the palm. He kept his gentle grip on it, asking, “Do you need an emergency appointment with Dr. Stieg?”

        Peter looked away as he thought the suggestion over. “...No. Not now.”

        “Then how about a distraction?” Naseem rose up and looked around the room. “We have a few more hours before we have to meet up. How about we go somewhere?”

--

Out of all the places Karlstad had to offer, Peter did not know why he chose the library. Heavens knew that the man had more than enough books at home, and he still needed to pack for that trip to Nigeria, but when Naseem offered an outing, it was the first thing that came to Peter’s mind. Maybe he needed the quiet, the soft lighting, the promise of another world to get lost in, someplace fantastical and far away from this cruel reality. 

          Even though he and Naseem spent the better part of an hour wandering listlessly among shelves because Peter couldn’t find anything he was in the mood for, it was still nice for them to just wander, looking at books with well-loved jackets and more recent additions, murmuring nothing to each other, holding hands. When they came around the corner, a library aide popped his head up from behind the book cart.

         “Hi! Can I help you two?”

          “Ah...” Peter had been ready to refuse, but he exchanged a quick glance with Naseem, who shrugged. “I... guess so. Maybe some book recommendations? I want to try something new.”

        “Well, we have a display of new releases over there,” the aide said, rising to his feet and nodding to the racks by the front desk. “Or, since it’s close to Halloween, how about horror books? Do you like horror?”

        “Hm... I guess I can try some horror. What do you recommend?” Before the aide, whose tag read “Nigel”, could reply, Peter raised a hand. “And please don’t say anything Stephen King.”

        Judging by the awkward twitch of Nigel’s mouth, Peter saw that that was exactly who Nigel was going to suggest first. “...Well, we have some books by Laird Hunt and Stefan Spjut. Or American authors -- besides Stephen King -- like Joseph Fink. Hm...”

        Nigel briefly rubbed his chin and gazed back up at Peter and Naseem. “Do you like graphic novels? Because another popular author we have here is Junji Ito, but he writes manga.”

        “Oh, I love comics!” Peter glanced at Naseem with a smile. “I’ll try him.” 

        “I’m not a really big fan of graphic novels, myself,” Naseem said, “but I’ll give him a go, too.”

        “Great!” Nigel gestured. “If you’ll follow me.”

        The three men took the stairs to the next floor, empty except for the two or three readers curled up on beanbag chairs with thick novels opened on their laps. Nigel took them to the shelf at the far wall and skimmed the metal tiles nailed onto the wood. “Alright, here we are! Let’s see... ‘Black Paradox’ is pretty good...” he took it off the shelf and handed it to Peter. “Oh, ‘Uzamaki’ is pretty popular with our patrons. And his ‘Frankenstein’ adaptation. Oh, speaking of adaptation, here’s my personal favorite...”

--

Peter closed the book after reading the summary on its dust jacket. No Longer Human. It shouldn’t really qualify as a Halloween book, as there was nothing about the story, itself, that was horrifying. Not a supernatural horror, not a thriller, not a slasher fic; it hardly counted as psychological horror beyond the hallucinations the narrator experiences. Peter should wait to actually read the book before judging it, but he knew that the book “cheated” its way to the Halloween picks by the art alone, as he could see by the art on the back cover and in the title’s inset. Unsettling work, unworldly in the way that Ito was known for, but that was it as far as Peter could tell.

          But if Nigel says it makes for a good Halloween read...

          Peter briefly glanced at the clock. He had a fair bit of time before Naseem would come back with Mike. So, he settled into his seat, his mug of apple cider set within reach, and cracked the book open.

--

“...could always have Pakiza and Hasan spend some time at my place,” Mike’s voice slipped into the studio as the door opened. “Anais misses them, anyway.”

          “You know Sheer ain’t gonna want that,” Naseem replied. He went to set the messenger bag on the couch and the box of rolls on the snack table. “’Sides, she’s gonna be back home soon, anyway.”

          “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean she’d be able to take care of the kids.” 

          “...I can take care of my own kids.”

         “Yeah, I know...” Mike shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack. “Hey, Peter,” he called out. But he received no reply, and he frowned at the still back, exchanged a quick glance with Naseem, and went to the table with a half-smirk. He bent slightly, lifting a hand to wave in Peter’s face. “Helloooooo, earth to--”

       His eyes darted to the book cover, and he froze, every part of his insides filled with a gnawing, prey-like chill. “Fuck...” he tried to murmur as quietly as possible so Peter wouldn’t hear. It was then that he noticed that the hands holding the book trembled, the skin of them gone icy pale. Mike’s eyes flicked up to Peter’s face. His stone-like face, blank and drained of color, eyes wide and bright like a child’s staring at a monster crawling out of the dark corner of his bedroom. 

        All it took was one gaze over the shoulder from Mike, and Naseem was already at the table, coming to Peter’s other side. 

        “Hey, man, where’d you get this book?” Mike tried, easing his fingers over the edge of the pages that Peter was currently on.

          “...From the library,” was Peter’s reply. Voice flat and weak, with a breath that sounded too shallow, and eyes that seemed to have gone even more blank. 

          Fuck! Mike tugged the book out of Peter’s hands without even a fight from the other man. The mental litany of Fuck! continued as he saw the pages that Peter had been reading, no, staring into, with one of the infamous lines “It was a thing that animals do.” Mike did not know much about what Peter had went through as a child, but he knew enough that it would be easy for Peter to superimpose himself on Yoshiko. That is if Peter hadn’t placed himself in young Yozo’s shoes, reliving his past through yet another little boy. He tried not to be angry at anyone, least of all Naseem, but it was hard not to pass a glare at Naseem that was heated enough to melt the other’s face into a cavernous maw. How the fuck did you let this happen?

          But it wasn’t the time for that. With the book gone, Naseem took one of Peter’s hands and gently squeezed. He had his phone out in his other hand, the number for the crisis prevention team already pulled up from the contact list. “Peter, can you hear me?”

          “Yeah,” Peter replied, now staring at the table. “Yeah, I can hear you.”

          “Good. Can you tell me where you are?”

          “I... I’m at...” Peter passed his tongue over his lips. There was the briefest flicker of something in his eyes, but the little hope that it was a good sign were dashed as tears started to brim.

          “Peter, listen to me,” Naseem said, passing the phone to Mike and making the phone call gesture. “I need you to look up, okay?”

         Peter cast his faraway, glassy eyes up.

         “Good. Look around the room. Tell me what you see.”

         “I see...” Brown eyes. Red hair. Bath tub. His pants tugged down. His smile. Andy’s smile. Andy’s hardness through his pants. Ceiling. Ceiling. “Ceiling.”

        “And what else?”

        Andy’s hand on him. Lisette’s angry eyes. Andy’s mouth. Andy’s unwanted mouth going unwanted places. Window glass of a night sky. No, glass of a booth, with a mic stand and a set of headphones. “The recording booth.”

       “And what else?”

       Mixing table, the mug of cold cider, the stack of books Peter was going to have to return because god knew what would be in those other books. Couch, Mike pacing while on the phone, the messenger bag on the couch. They went on like that, until Peter came back to his shivering, crying body, until the crisis team came and talked him further out of his stupor and asked him if he was taking his medication and Naseem assured them Peter was going to set up a meeting with both his therapist and psychiatrist.

          The team left. Though their job was done, panic still tainted the air, and Peter prayed to whomever would listen that it would be gone by the time the others showed up for recording. Mike took the stack of books and shoved them into his own bag, grumbling something about, “This is why we need warnings in the books... I bet Nigel did this... that cock-sucking stupid fuck...”

        “How are you feeling, sweets?”

        Peter wanted to say that he was fine, because this had to be certainly better than being in that room, feeling Andy all over him. He wanted to say that he felt like utter shit and he wanted to swallow a bullet or saw a knife through his stomach because it was true. He couldn’t bring himself to admit to the hot shame crawling all over his skin because he didn’t want any more of Naseem’s nor Mike’s pity. But he looked up into those eyes, his safe harbor, and he spoke plainly.

         “I wanna write.”

#hetalia #Radio Kings #droid noodles ( writing ) #adult sealand #hws sealand #aph sealand #you know... I had Little Andy in my drafts for a looooong time but #I didn't know what to do with it #then I came across a video about No Longer Human and #it just felt perfect for Peter #tragically awfully brutally perfect #also don't read No Longer Human #I haven't even read it and it's gotten me numb #and you know it's bad when a writer of slasher and weird psycho thriller fanfics #says 'this story is too much actually'

[omegalomania]

new elvis duran interview where fall out boy talking about how touring together has changed:

andy: yeah, we know when to stay away. we still hang out. we go to movies together, get food together sometimes, but then also have our separate times.

patrick: you know one of the things that i think is funny is the way everybody expresses anger, right? not like freaking out anger, but just when you're frustrated about something. it took a long time to understand that, where now it's like, 'oh is pete mad at me? oh, no, he's frustrated with something.' like you can kinda...now it's like this unspoken thing where it's not a lot of like, you leave the room like, what was up with him? you kinda know what the vibe is. you kinda know what everyone's feeling. it's kind of intuitive now after twenty years.

when asked about how they would describe so much (for) stardust

patrick: i don't wanna be...too much of a tangent, but...we made this record, folie à deux, which was our last record that we did with neal avron. and it was very experimental and we were all just kinda pushing things and seeing what we could do, but we as a band at the time were very fractured and very all over the place. and i had had this wanderlust to get back in the studio with him now, because we are a different band of people at this point. we get on so much better, we communicate better, both interpersonally and musically. so i was like, "i would love to see that again." you know, now that...and we've also learned so much. andy, you said it was like superpowers. we all have superpowers now. and it's like what could that be -

andy: that is what i said.

patrick: that is what you said, yeah! and so i feel the sound of this record is really just...us actualized as us, you know...

andy: at the height of our -

patrick: yes! at the height of our power!

#*making poasts #the whole thing is v good elvis duran is such a good host for these boys #they talk about a lot of stuff and they talk about how excited joe is for this record too #and i am BIG SOFT #but also oh my GOD SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR SOULBOND. WE GET IT YOU'RE ALL SOULMATES WE GET IT!!!!

[greensparty]

Talking with Pete Stahl

I feel like after this year, I should publish a book about punk rock legends! Earlier this year I got to interview Glen Matlock and then Exene Cervenka, both of whom did legendary work decades ago and are still doing some great work today. Same can be said for Pete Stahl, singer with D.C. hardcore punk veterans Scream. In addition to his work with Scream, he has been a part of Wool, Earthlings?, and Goatsnake. But last month, Pete and Scream released their first album in over thirty years. I got to review DC Special and I gave it 4 out of 5 stars (check it out). I recently caught up with Mr. Stahl via zoom where he actually showed me his home in the California desert (I was jealous based on the Northeast weather) and we talked about the new Scream album, the current tour and more.

Pete Stahl...and a dog

Me: Let's talk about the new Scream album DC Special. It's the first new album in 30 years, technically more than that, but first to be released in 30 years. How did this new album come about?

PS: Well, we'd been wanting to do a new record for quite some time, but because we're all over the country and everyone's involved with their day to day lives with work and family, it's so difficult. We get together and play shows occasionally and little short tours. But we just hadn't been able to do a proper recording session. We planned on it around 2015-2017, but our last EP came out in 2011 and we never got around to a new one and then the pandemic happened. It was during the pandemic that I heard that the studio was closing[Inner Ear Studios in Arlington, VA], so I thought, man we need to get back in there. We had all begun working on the record remotely and having written songs and we booked some dates there in September of 2021. Then I had a concept but I couldn't quite wrap my head around it, so I made like a vision book and shared it with my band and with people we wanted to collaborate on this album with. We wanted to celebrate our town and our band's story through the record and everything that kind of shaped us. Something that spoke to the past but was about now and then and moving forward. So it was the studio closing that lit a fire under our ass and we went in there and did it.

DC Special album cover

Me: After the album was recorded, drummer Kent Stax passed away in September. Sorry for you and your bandmates' loss.

PS: It's trippy, because we had been in a band for over 40 years together. Kent left for a few years to raise his family. Other than that, we've always been in a band. Enoch [bassist Skeeter Thompson] has known Kent since he was in second grade. My brother [guitarist Franz Stahl] has known him since after elementary school. I met Kent in my early 20s when we first formed the band. We're a tight knit family even though we go years without hanging, you know how it is, you just pick up right where you left off. So it's trippy especially to have this record come out that he is a big part of. The core of that record is me, Franz, Enoch and Kent. So it's really bittersweet to carry on, but it's also awesome to have this document of us one last time with him - thank God because he's a really great drummer. But it's great to be able to travel around, have people hear the record and now that he's passed away he's still alive though the music.

Kent Stax

Scream circa late 80s with Thompson, Franz, young Dave Grohl, and Pete

Me: Yes, it feels like this beautiful full circle moment for the band that you had one last album with original drummer Kent Stax and you also have a guest appearance from Stax's replacement Dave Grohl as well [NOTE: Grohl joined Scream in 1986 as a teenager and was with them until their 1990 breakup just before he joined Nirvana].

PS: Yeah a lot of people came to hang out at the recording studio. Dave had done a television episode [of Sonic Highways] about that studio. That studio is really important to a lot of people. Dave, of course, is a past member of the band, and I reached out to him. I reached out to Harley Robert Davidson, who had been with us for a number of years. But people like Harley didn't make it, but Dave kind of surprised us by showing up at the last minute and then he spent a few days there. But a lot of people came out of the woodwork because we were there and because they knew it was the last time there. So Dave came and hanged, but he really just played percussion on one song. I wished we had gotten a song with him on drums but we Just kind of ran out of time. But that is true that we got both of those drummers on the same record which is great.

We also got Scott Garrett on the record too, he's a drummer we played with last Summer. He's an old friend of ours, he played in Dag Nasty for a while. Also Jerry Busher plays on the record, a lot of people might know he was in Fidelity Jones and he was with Fugazi. That's who is playing with us now. We just finished this whole Side Scream Tour up and down the West Coast and we'll continue on to the East Coast in December. TheN hopefully we'll take it to Europe. We also have Derrick Decker on the record too, who the previous Summer we went to Europe and did some shows in Poland and a show in Prague, and Derrick played with us on that tour. That was just a few months after Kent was diagnosed. But he was already starting to go through chemo. We had always planned on doing these shows with Kent and we always hoped he'd get through the treatment and bounce back and had glimmers of hope through this process and I'm sure a lot of people who had family or friends who have gone through cancer know that cycle.

So all those drummers are on that. There's also this drummer Mark Cisneros, who actually plays bass on the record too. People might know him from the Hammered Hulls, but he's really a multi-instrumentalist. Great musician, plays with a lot of different bands. There's a lot of great drummers on this! We've been blessed as a band to have had two of the greatest drummers that ever came out. I can't tell you how great as a drummer Kent Stax was. Maybe someday you'll interview Dave Grohl sometime [NOTE: I would love that] but he will tell you about Kent's finesse. He came from a background of marching cymbals and a love of jazz and different styles. He taught me a lot about drums. I learned so much from him and I really miss him. I want to honor him by talking about him and keeping him close by playing his music. I think that's what he would want. He had a trio in town and he'd play with them every week, right up until he couldn't stand anymore. He was a working man musician.

Me: Since Scream's initial break up in 1990, you and Dave Grohl have overlapped on numerous projects. You mentioned the episode of Sonic Highways, but Grohl played with your band Earthlings?, you were both in the Teenage Time Killers, you sang with Foo Fighters on their Sonic Highways album, and just earlier this year you joined them at Atlantis in D.C. Not to mention Scream's EP Complete Control Recording Sessions was recorded at Grohl's 606 Studio. Grohl, himself, has spoken very fondly about Scream and how his experience in the band paved the way for everything that came after. Could there be another collaboration with Dave Grohl sometime soon?

PS: You know, he has become such a huge force in music. He's very busy, I can't even imagine all of the things that he does. You know, I don't know. You never know what will happen, but I hope so. I like playing with him. Everyone does [laughs], it's kind of a running joke, like you saw Lionel Ritchie playing "Easy" and this guitar solo as Dave walks on. He does a damn solo for that song and he does it perfectly, of course.

I mean that's what we need to do as people is help each other out when you have the opportunity to. He has his 606 Studio and gave us the opportunity to go in there and record. I'm glad we had that opportunity and I'll jump at any opportunity to play with Dave. I've been so lucky in my life and my brother's life to be able to play with a wide variety of musicians that are just amazing. When Scream ended around that time, when Dave joined Nirvana and Franz and I decided to stay in L.A. and start a new band - it really opened up a new chapter in our lives and also musically we fell into a new music community in Los Angeles. There was this whole group of friends who became our community who we played with. I met a few people I'm still friends with and work with, like L7 I work with them and they are dear friends of mine.

Pete singing with Foo Fighters at Atlantis in May 2023

Me: You were actually a featured interviewee in my friend Scott Crawford's documentary Salad Days about the D.C. punk scene in the 80s. One of the big themes of that doc is how the Reagan administration inspired so much rebellion at that time. Based on the state of the world right now, what do you think is punk music's place in commenting on all of the injustices that we're seeing right now?

PS: Well that hasn't changed. I think we as individuals have a responsibility and especially if you have a platform like being in a band to incorporate your point of view in what you're doing - it's just how you do things and when it's appropriate, but it's crucial to us to speak power through storytelling and songwriting. That's what we do as a band. Everyone has their own approach to things.

As far as punk rock it's always been about being an individual and nonconformity. But also in a wider sense also speaking against injustice and the powers that be that control systems that we all have to live in and work in. So addressing politics has always been a big part of Scream in our consciousness and we live it. We all run into it all the time. We continue to try to find ways to get my point of view out there. I always try to write a little bit of tongue in cheek or a little bit of humor through stories. But I think it's a responsibility that we as people have to teach each other and help each other. That's when the perfect storm happens when you're doing a show, because we're looking at you, you're all looking at us. We're singing to you, you're all screaming back at us!

Lyrically every album we have has political moments, because we're living through moments in time that are important to sing about, speak about and reflect upon. We're living through this transformation with what's happening with social media, the fragmentation of our culture and the polarization of our culture, the massive swing to the right in politics that's happening, what's happening in Israel and Gaza. These are moments in time that we are all living in together. And we're so caught up with our phones and our tablets and computers, but there's all this stuff going on around us that can be overwhelming and I think that's why some people don't deal with it. But these are all really important things that affect so many different people. As a band like Scream it's important to communicate to the people around us. There's all kind of injustices going on in the world and we need to figure out ways to work together, live together and progress as a society.

Me: You mentioned Scream is going on a tour, including Deep Cuts in Medford, MA on December 9. Tell me about playing these songs with Franz and Enoch again.

PS: Well we never stopped even when we were in Wool or other bands, we'd still get together especially when we'd all go back home to the D.C. area. My Mom still lives there. A lot of us still have family still there. So we would go there and maybe play the occasional show. We're always struggling to find that thing. That's the problem when you have drummers like Kent and Dave, now with Kent gone we have to start over. So we're kind of going through that process right now, playing with different drummers right now. Jerry has been amazing and we're really looking forward to playing with him.

I wish we had more time, we're all older now. We used to practice three or four times a week. We all lived in the same house - it was a whole different kind of thing. Now we just kind of get together when we can, rehearse for three or four days real quickly, and then go play a show. Because we can't really afford to play much more than that. It's really hard to do justice to the things you want to do, but we just go for it and put everything we have into it. And hopefully you come see us on a good night. [laughs]

Me: In addition to Scream, you've kept very busy with a number of bands including Wool and Goatsnake, you've also been and are a tour manager as well. In addition to this new Scream album and tour, do you have additional musical endeavors coming up, solo or side projects?

PS: I've always played around with that. I've always had songs that don't seem to fit with the bands I'm in. So yeah - I have a group of songs that I don't know if I'd ever have a chance to put it all together. Right now I'm working on a project right here in Joshua Tree called the Rancho, it's the 30th anniversary of the studio. There's a project being put together by Dave Catching and Paul Frasier, celebrating that studio and its impact on music. So a lot of people are coming out who have recorded here over the years. A really cool mix mosh of people playing together. That project will ultimately be a record, a film and a concert. Other than that, I've been talking to some other people about doing stuff. So we'll see what happens!

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A Dream Deferred - A Short Story

Summary:

A chorus of crickets fills the night air as Abby trudges through her New York apartment. Little does she know that a fateful encounter with Pete, an aspiring actor, will challenge her pessimistic view of the world and open her up to something new. Yet when success follows Pete, Abby's envy threatens to destroy what could have been. A story of envy, fragility, and hope, this tale will leave readers wanting more.

Part 1 - Not Ideal

The subway rattles and clangs as it speeds down the rail. The sickly fluorescent lighting hurts my already tired eyes, but I continue looking down at my phone anyway as my music plays in my earbuds.

It wasn't exactly ideal given that my head hurt as though somebody had hit me with a sledgehammer, but what are you gonna do? You make do. At 5 AM, I was on my way home from yet another late shift at the Old Tar Bar where I worked as a bartender. Another situation that wasn't ideal. I had no idea why the place was called "Old Tar" and quite honestly, I didn't care to find out. It was only a necessary evil. Bartending at night gave me the freedom during the day to work on my life's work. Like many of my fellow delusional creatives, when I had money, I packed up my stuff and moved across the country, leaving the comfort, or I guess lack thereof, of my home in Colorado for the bright lights and dirty streets of New York in hopes of making a name for myself as a writer.

Listen, I wasn't entirely delusional. I wasn't expecting to become an instant success or anything. I know better. But did I want to strike it big like Stephen King and write something so good that it was made into movies or a tv show? Of course. Did I think I would become famous and rich beyond my wildest dreams? Probably not but you can bet your ass I would try. 

Like the others, when I first arrived in New York, I found the cheapest studio apartment I could find. It wasn't easy and, if I'm quite honest, I'm not even sure how I found the antique building tucked away behind some Russian deli place that always reeked of salami. It wasn't the most glamorous place but I knew that this was the way to do it; Pay my dues and all that shit. Apparently, this place was practically a right of passage for new transients looking to make it big as each apartment was filled with some other young, and some not-so-young, hopefuls.

Each floor has about twelve inhabitants, with six on either side of the ancient stairwell separating them, and a bathroom on either side, with each side sharing one bathroom. Each floor, I found, contains different types of hopefuls. On my floor, there are two musicians, three actors, one makeup artist, and another writer. My side of the floor consists only of an annoying actor by the name of Pete and the makeup artist, Yuri. Yuri isn't too bad. Like the rest of us, she holds down a daytime job while honing her craft after work, and taking up random gigs on her weekends to gain experience. She works at some big-name makeup store, giving makeovers to tweens and Karens, but I can't remember which one. 

Shortly after I had moved in, we ran into each other in the cramped mailroom on the ground floor at the entrance. I was struggling to open my mailbox with the shitty key the landlord had left in a stained envelope tucked under my apartment door. She came over and showed me the stupid little key jiggle I had to do to get the key to cooperate. Long story short, we got to talking and she invited me over for coffee.

Our other neighbor, Pete, was a bit more of a nuisance with his frequent visitors occupying our only bathroom every morning, usually hungover. It was usually this time I would be impatiently waiting outside the bathroom door with my toiletries, anxiously glancing at the time on my phone while he would saunter out of his apartment, hair askew and wearing nothing but some worn plaid boxers and a lazily tied bathrobe, as he went to check the mail. He'd return as his guest exited the bathroom, clutching her various items to her chest as she muttered an apology before scuttling past me. They never returned to his apartment, as he would head back inside and shut the door behind him with little regard for anybody else. When Pete wasn't out auditioning for various minor roles or out prowling the night clubs for new "talent" (as he so charmingly referred to them), he was a waiter. He wasn't a good one, however. By the time I moved into the building, he had already been fired six times from various restaurants across the city. How he kept getting hired was beyond me.

The rocking of the subway makes my eyelids feel heavy, but I try my best to remain awake. Though I am the only one in the car, I have learned early on that it is always wise to stay awake, especially when traveling alone. You never know when somebody else might suddenly appear and catch you unawares. That has happened once, but I don't care to talk about it, and we'll leave it at that – just don't.

Luckily, we slow as we reach my stop. With a sigh, I rise from my seat and wait as the doors slide open before making my way back up to the surface. I am lucky, I guess. The subway station is a block away from my building, which is good since my legs are killing me, as they always do when I stand around for hours on end, listening to the drunken mumbles and stories of regrets and lost loves that frequently come with a couple of drinks in a dimly lit bar. 

The door to the building, a thick, antique-looking thing, creaks loudly as the old hinges protest. During my short walk from the subway, I think about checking my mail, but my body seems to be on autopilot as I trudge past the wall of mailboxes and up the stairs. Like the others on my floor, my apartment is very modest with a large, single room. As it's just me, I don't have any issues with it. In fact, I think it's easier since everything is close by. My full-sized bed, which I got from a Facebook marketplace ad for a cheap twenty dollars, sits against one wall, opposite my small kitchenette. In between the kitchen and what I guess you could call my "bedroom" is a threadbare sofa that I found on the curb the day I moved in. It served as my bed for the first month, but after waking up sore and feeling bruised every day, I paid the twenty and got some sheets and blankets from a nearby secondhand shop. It's not much, but it's home.

I once read that "inconsistency is a writer's greatest enemy". They explained to me that, like for athletes, the brain was a muscle, and like with any muscle, it needed to be worked otherwise it would atrophy. Because of this, every night, no matter how tired I was when I got home, I brewed some coffee, sat on my couch, and wrote as much as I could before I was no longer able to keep my eyes open. With money being tight, I couldn't afford a TV. At least, not if I wanted to be able to eat. I tried to tell myself that it would only be a distraction anyways.

When I left Colorado, I had been living with my mother recently. She had a habit of disappearing for days, sometimes weeks or months, leaving me to my own devices. Most of the time she'd be out with one of her poor choices of men, but she somehow convinced them to pay for our streaming services even though she was never home to watch them. I guess she figured that if she was going to be absent, I should at least have something to entertain me. She didn't count on not paying her electric bill and rendering the service basically useless. Once the electricity was shut off, I gathered the little money I had saved from my old part-time job after school and occasional babysitting gigs, then I quickly left. Now, I have only my writing and streaming platform on my phone to entertain me.

As I climb the stairs, I'm so exhausted that I don't even notice the light above flickering as it usually does. It's that type of tiredness where nothing seems real and time seems to stand still. This time, as I trudge through the door to my half-empty apartment, I don't even bother taking my earbuds out of my ears before flopping face down onto my bed, and I pass out immediately. So much for exercising my brain.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

#short story #creative writing #a dream deferred #Ana Hawke #hurt/comfort #enemies to friends trope #original story #fiction #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers

[wint3r-h3art]

Talk Too Much | TASM!Peter x Reader

Pairing: Andrew’s Peter x Reader

Summary: Takes place after Lab Partner. After months of dating, Petes wants to try something new.

Word count: 1.1K

Rating: ⚠️Juicy lemn...It’s just smut.

A/N: My attempt to upload this again after last night BS. Just my 30 min smut fest. No plot whatsover. Reblog and comment are greatly, greatly appreciated.

Contain: web bondage, face sitting, oral(female receiving) Do not proceed further if the topic upset you.

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It has been a couple of months now since you and Peter are slowly easing your way into the dating realm. It’s awkward for sure, going from being mean and pretending to hate him, to being his girlfriend is a big shift for you. He occasionally would pop up at your studio and spend the night, which is kind of nice trying to snuggle with each other on your bed.

“Are you sure you want to try it?” he asks you as he slowly pulls the t-shirt over his head. Peter shakes his head a couple of times, trying to get his chestnut hair back to being poofy. You on the other hand are blatantly gawking at him, still not used to the whole six-pack thing yet.

You shrug, feeling a bit nervous. “I know you’re not going to hurt me,” you say as you begin to undress. Peter’s lips are already on your shoulders when you turn around to undo your bra. His hands are on your soft mounds instantly, his fingers twisting and twirling at your hardened buds. You moan lowly as you lay your head back against his chest. 

“I really like your boobies,” he mumbles against your temples before placing a kiss on your temple. If you’re not that horny to begin with, you would have laughed out loud. Peter can be a bit too sweet sometimes, which is why you like him in the first place.

“Hmmm, I frickin hope so,” you mumble before you turn around and snake your arms around his slender neck and pull him down for a long hard kiss. 

“I know you’re gonna say that,” he grins against your lips. You chuckle and roll your eyes before you gently push him down onto your bed. His body bounces slightly on the mattress. He’s already hard by the way his bulge is slowly growing, popping a tent right in front of his old beat-up pair of Levi’s jeans.

“Parker, you sometimes talk too much,” you say as you straddle his hips. You moan softly at the way the hard ridges of his abs press against your aching pussy.

“Hmm, but that’s why you like me,” he smirks as his hands rub your thighs up and down soothingly.

“Hmm,” you hum as you lean forward to kiss him. His hands are now on your ass, squeezing it slightly before he gives you a slight slap, making you yelp in the kiss. Peter chuckles softly.

“Are you sure you want me to sit on your face?” you ask him softly this time.

“Gotta try it out at some point, y’know,” he says nonchalantly. “Ready?” 

You look at him with a nervous look. It’s one thing to get tied up and fuck by him, but it’s another when he asks you to sit right on his damn face…as in you have to put your hooha right on his face. Peter senses your anxiety spiking up and he reassures you. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. If you don’t want to do it, we can try something else,” he says softly as he gets up while you’re still straddling him. 

“No, it’s fine. I-I just never done this with anyone…Like I’ve never had anyone going down on me before, so I’m just a bit scared that you won’t like how it…y’know?”

“Aww, babe. I love how you look,” he says softly, stroking your face before placing a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. “I love everything about you…which is why I want to make you feel good.”

You chew on your bottom lips momentarily, before you nod. “Fine, but if you laugh, I’ll kill you.”

“Honestly, death by snu-snu will be the best way to go,” he chuckles before you smack him right on his bare chest. “Ouch! Y’know, I wouldn’t have it any other way!” You smack him again. “Ok, Ok! I’ll behave!”

You groan before you push him down to his back. Peter grins widely as you offer him both of your wrists. In an instance, you find yourself being tied up once more by the webber, but this time, Peter has elaborately made himself a little pulley system by making the web long enough to go over the little wheel and back down into his hand. The little metal wheel was personally installed right on the ceiling by him, and all the calculation was also done by him. His little web-rope fits right into the groove of the wheel, so he can easily lift you up and down to his heart's content. 

“Ready?” he grins, biting his lower lips as he stares up at you. 

“S-sure. I guess—Why-Whoa!” you yelp out when Peter suddenly tugs at the web, lifting you right off of him before he grabs you and pulls you right onto his mouth. You hiss when you feel his warm, wet tongue plunging right in your opening. His nose presses right at your clit, eliciting a lewd moan right out of you. 

“Peter…” you mewl softly as you can feel him sucking and lapping at your wetness. The feeling is overwhelming and mind-blowing at the same time, making you tip your head back, and your thighs shake uncontrollably as sparks of pleasure coursing through you.

Peter moans softly as his fingers dig into the subtle flesh of your ass, squeezing it more as your overflowing juices run down his chin. His moan reverberates in his chest, and in turn sends a delicious vibration right through your sopping pussy, making you even wetter.

“F-fuck, Peter,” you groan as he continues to greedily devour your whole, tongue occasionally plunges right into your warm, wet slit. Suddenly, he tugs at the web again, and you find yourself being lifted off him slightly before you’re being dropped down, right where his tongue is. This is going on for perhaps twice or thrice more before you begin to beg him softly because you can feel your body convulses and spasms around him. Another moan is drawn out of him, and you feel like you’re about to gush out and lose your damn mind if it wasn’t for the tight grip he has on you. 

It takes you a few seconds to catch your breath because you swear that you’ve never come this hard before. 

“You ok?” he asks you as he now has you sit right on top of his chest. You watch him with bleary eyes, obviously still in a daze and out of breath for just cumming so damn hard. Peter is smiling and grinning like a well-fed cat. His mouth and chin are still glistening with your juices and cum. 

“Oh my gosh, that was…”

“Amazing?!” he says excitedly as his thumb gently brushes against your clit again, making you bite back another whimper. “Do you think you can go another round?”

Your mouth hangs agape as you stare down at your boyfriend, who is even more excited about eating you out than you are. “Well, I guess death by snu-snu is not so bad.”

Peter laughs before he begins the whole thing all over again.

#wint3r-h3art #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker lemon #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter parker #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield peter parker #andrew garfield x you #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!peter parker

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pose ~ pete davidson

word count: 1418

request?: yes!

“Hello!! Could you do a Pete fic where the reader is a photographer, they are doing a photoshoot and Pete keeps flirting with her throughout the photoshoot. She brushes this off and continues as normal, but after the shoot they keep running into each other and one day he asks her out on a date and she says yes. Please? Sorry if this doesn't make sense”

description: in which her flirtiest subject runs into her weeks later and decides to finally make a move

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The interviewer kept trying to ask Pete questions, but he kept getting distracted by the photographer who was taking his picture for the article. She was a beautiful young woman who was so engrossed in her work that it made her ten times more attractive to Pete.

“Mr. Davidson,” the interviewer said, the annoyed edge evident in her voice.

Pete dragged his attention from the photographer, a dopey smile on his face that he knew no one could be upset at. Seeing a fantastic photograph opportunity in this, the photographer quickly snapped another shot.

“What was the question?” Pete asked.

The interviewer sighed and shook her head. “Let’s just finish the photographs and finish the interview back in my office.”

“I think we should be good on photographs, actually,” the photographer said. “I got a lot of good ones if you two want to look at them.”

“Wait, I have a great one to finish with,” Pete said.

He turned his back to the photographer and dramatically stuck his butt out. He twitched towards the camera and made a pouty face, putting his finger to his lips. The photographer giggled and took a snap of Pete’s ridiculous pose.

“(Y/N),” the interviewer snapped, “don’t take a picture, that’s unprofessional.”

“I’m not seriously sending it to be used,” (Y/N) said. “It’s just a funny picture.”

“I don’t care, delete it.”

The interviewer stood and walked back to her office, not even asking Pete to follow her. He looked back to (Y/N) to see her face was flushed and she looked a mixture of upset and angry.

“Don’t actually delete it,” Pete said. “I want to see it.”

(Y/N) brought the picture up on her camera and showed it to Pete. “It’s just the rough copy so it’s sort of lame. With the fancy magazine editing it would look really cool.”

“I think it looks great as it is,” Pete assured her. “I’d love to have a copy sent to me.”

“My boss would freak if I did.” Her eyes flicked to the door where the interviewer had just walked away. Pete could see the frustration in her eyes and guessed that this wasn’t the first time (Y/N) had been verbally berated by her.

“I’m sorry you go through that,” Pete said.

She shook her head and waved away Pete’s apology. “Don’t be. I’ve gotten used to it. Doesn’t make it any less infuriating whenever she gets angry for stupid reasons, but it happens.”

“You don’t deserve to be talked to like that, though. You seem very professional, and even that goofy picture you took of me looks incredible.”

(Y/N) smiled and shyly looked down at her camera, unsure how to respond to his compliment.

“You’re also extremely beautiful, but that’s neither here nor there in regards to photography.”

(Y/N) giggled at this.

“You should go finish the interview. Her royal bitch will be waiting for you,” she told him.

Pete didn’t want to leave. He wanted to keep talking to (Y/N), and he really wanted to ask her out on a date. In a very uncharacteristic way for Pete, he found himself too nervous to do so and instead left with a lame “See you around”. The minute he walked out the doors of the studio they had been taking pictures in, he regretted his decision, but continued to the office of the interviewer so he could finally get it done and over with.

~~~~~~

A few weeks later, the article had been published and, unsurprisingly, had blown up massively. It was one of the first interviews that Pete had done that got really deep, and he had talked about a lot of things he had never really publicly discussed before. He fans were eating it up and talking about it non-stop. Pete was happy it had gained such positive traction, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the photographer.

He was in his favorite coffee spot, waiting for his order before running off to work, when the bell over the door rang to signal someone had walked in. Pete glanced up from his phone a moment before looking back down, but then did a quick double take when he realized he recognized the woman who had just walked in.

“Hey! (Y/N)!”

(Y/N), who had also been distracted by something on her phone, looked up to see Pete approaching her. She smiled as she pulled out the one headphone she had in her hear.

“Hey Pete!” she said. “How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good. How are you?”

“Doing great! I have a job offer with a bigger photography company than the one I was working for. I’m heading there after here actually.”

“Holy shit, that’s amazing!”

“Yeah, well I kinda have you to thank for that. They were impressed with the pictures I took for your article and reached out to offer me the job.”

“That must’ve been a saving grace from the wrath that was your boss. When I saw you had included the goofy picture I could only imagine how angry she must’ve been.”

(Y/N) smirked, the memory of her boss’ face, tomato red with anger, after seeing the silly picture taken of Pete in her “very serious” article.

“It was actually the editor’s choice,” she told him. “When I submitted the pictures I had taken, I had included that one by mistake. But the editor loved it. He said that it showcased more of your personality than just your super serious side. He was so insistent on having the picture in the article that he even threatened to take my boss’ name out of the credits if she continued to throw her hissy fit.”

Pete whistled. “That’s brutal. She must’ve loved that.”

“She practically had steam coming out of her ears for a week. She tried to punish me by having one of our other photographers follow her for her next article, but my editor just paired me up with another of our journalists who is much nicer. And now I have this job offer anyways, so there’s really no lose here for me.”

“Well I’m really happy for you. You deserve a place that’s really going to understand your talent and appreciate you for all you do.”

(Y/N) smiled warmly at Pete. She had also been thinking about him a lot since their first encounter. There had been a few times where she almost asked her boss if she know how (Y/N) could get in contact with Pete, but realized that would likely be a bad idea considering her boss basically already hated her.

The cashier called for the next person in line, which was (Y/N). As she stepped forward to place an order, Pete’s name (or rather his fake name as not to be recognized when out in public) was called. He went to collect his coffee and turned back to (Y/N), who had stepped aside to wait for her own. She was looking up at him, almost expectantly.

Before he could stop himself, Pete blurted, “Do you wanna go out some time?”

(Y/N) nearly sighed with relief when he finally said the words. She nodded quickly and took Pete’s hand in her own. She pulled a pen from her bag and wrote her number on his hand.

“Very middle school of you,” Pete teased.

“That’s what makes it so adorable,” (Y/N) responded. “Text me later, we can figure out a time and date. Preferably sometime soon if you’d like.”

“If it were up to me I’d be taking you out right now.”

(Y/N) giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and looked down at her shoes. “Tempting, but I do have to go for that job interview.”

“How about after that? We can go out to celebrate you getting that super awesome job that you deserve.”

“What if I don’t get it?”

“Impossible, but if that happens then we’ll go out and get fucked up so you forget about the interview instead.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Okay, sounds like a plan.”

Her name was called before Pete could say anything else. She grabbed her coffee and waved goodbye to Pete, calling, “See you later, Pete!” over her shoulder as she walked out the coffee shop door.

Pete had to stop himself from happy dancing in the middle of the shop in front of so many people, but inside he was already celebrating his own little win.

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