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i'm honestly tempted to make a post just about all the shit I've seen on c.ai
Current aesthetic: 2 pixel pics and Slash with towel
idk what this is anymore... but it's not as low quality as I thought it would be
random pictures from my iPad
just trying to figure out which crappy zoomed in pic of rockstars I'll take as wa pfp this week
glam make up y'all
honestly, I've been thinking for a while and i just wanna say that I've been really disgusted with the fact that girls dressing masculine is “badass“, “tomboy“ or whatever but when guys dress feminine it's “disgusting“ and “gay“. This double standard is just so wrong because men wearing female clothing can look just as good (or even better) as when women wear men's clothing. Or in this case makeup, I don't know if this is just my opinion but I think that guys looking feminine is honestly one of the most attractive looks on a guy and we should normalize it.
i honestly don't know what that is
Like wtf I know it's just a poster but the title is like too damn funny to just ignore
my rock obsessed ass:
the amount of times a teacher actually asked me about my band shirts is crazy
✨About me✨
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🪐js call me Jo 🪐minor, don't be weird 🪐enfp <3 🪐she/her 🪐straight 🪐pls, pls, pls feel free to message me, I need friends 🪐also pls don‘t ask for donations 🪐 tags: #the clown has spoken - I give my opinion on stuff 🪐sideblog: @the-local-ms-brownstone - movie stuff ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Fav bands 🪐Guns N'Roses 🪐My Chemical Romance 🪐Hanoi Rocks 🪐Queen 🪐Panic! At The Disco 🪐Def Leppard 🪐Vixen 🪐The Clash 🪐Sex Pistols 🪐The Strokes 🪐Mötley Crüe 🪐Kiss 🪐Aerosmith 🪐The Cure 🪐Bon Jovi 🪐Cinderella 🪐Led Zeppelin 🪐and lots more... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Hobbies 🪐playing guitar 🪐playing bass 🪐workout 🪐listening to music 🪐drawing/painting 🪐cutting/dyeing hair 🪐creative stuff I won't finish in 10 years ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Shows/movies 🪐Young Sheldon 🪐The Dirt 🪐Dead Poets Society 🪐Night At The Museum 🪐Life of Brian 🪐Diary of a Wimpy Kid 🪐The Lost Boys 🪐the breakfast club 🪐St. Elmo's Fire 🪐All Quiet On The Western Front 🪐i probably just don't recall watching a lot of movies
✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ fuck off if you are
🪐pro Trump 🪐pro afd 🪐transphobic 🪐homophobic 🪐racist 🪐someone who wears band shirts without knowing the band
”Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of it. I just got too lonely“
Just a pic of my (quite small) record collection. They're not many but I love them so much <3333
sum more mental support pics (dang I haven't posted in a while)
Ngl Kelly is kinda me in every family picture
This is fucking art
Rate my phone background... made it myself.
rock n roll wallpaper (or smt like that)
Okay ya know what? Those are just some random collages I made w Pinterest, feel free to download ig
Can we please just talk about how amazing and also underrated this song is? Because I, personally, dedicated my life to it.
True kinda feel the issue, typing stuff like ‚hanoi rocks nasty' might work (at least it did for me) but the frustration is real (╥﹏╥)
hanoi rocks fans, how the hell do yall find pics of Nasty on pinterest without them giving you the number to the suicide hotline instead T-T searching Nasty Homicide doesn't return many pics of him (at least for me), this is the worst
a small collage of rockstars w cats
Everyone is like “Michael.. Michael are u sure that’s a good idea..”
Michael Monroe
⟡ 𝑵ö𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑨 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘/𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒑 ⟡
♡ 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 3 𝖤𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 "𝖭ö𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖳𝗂𝗆𝖾: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 '80𝗌 𝖧𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖬𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅" 𝗈𝗇 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍+ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍!
♡ 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖤𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾! 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨'𝗆 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖣𝖴𝖧 𝗅𝗈𝗅! 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝖳𝗎𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗒.
♡ 𝖬𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖤𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾 #2 "𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖶𝖺𝗏𝖾" 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈 𝗈𝗇 𝖦𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝖭' 𝖱𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖨 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇. 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖠𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾! 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅! 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗈𝗈𝗈😭
♡ 𝖤𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾 2 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗂 𝖱𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝖬𝗈𝗇𝗋𝗈𝖾!! 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆! 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖱𝖺𝗓𝗓𝗅𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖧𝖱, 𝖱𝖺𝗓𝗓𝗅𝖾'𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖧𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗂 𝖱𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 "𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖶𝖺𝗏𝖾" 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 :(
♡ 𝖤𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾 3 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖲𝗄𝗂𝖽 𝖱𝗈𝗐, 𝖤𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗑 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖣𝖺𝗏𝖾 "𝖲𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖾" 𝖲𝖺𝖻𝗈, 𝖱𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗅 𝖡𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖭𝗎𝗇𝗈 𝖡𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖲𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖡𝖺𝖼𝗁 (𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖲𝗄𝗂𝖽 𝖱𝗈𝗐) 𝖭𝗎𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁!
♡ 𝖤𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾 3 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖦𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼. 𝖨𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 80'𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌.
♡ 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 3 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍! 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖬ö𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖢𝗋ü𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖤𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾 1 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎! 𝖤𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾!
♡ 𝖨'𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐/𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗉 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇, 𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌!
ill take this pls x
my dream job is to be the girlfriend of a rockstar and live being known for being stylish and hot
guys, i need some good fics to read.
Like I’m talking rock bands, the lost boys, eric draven, Harry Potter, Eddie Munson etc.
I need it all.
Someone tag some good fics for me to read, feel like I’ve read them all😭
so, does anyone else deny therapy and just pretend they live in this ‘fantasy’ world where all of their rockstar and fictional crushes are in love with them?
no?
just me?
beautiful men who play bass 𓂃˖ ࣪⊹
‘The lamp is low.’
Razzle Dingley x Reader.
➜A/N: if you don’t want to read anything sad my fellow loved ones, I suggest you not to read this :). @nenynrawrites ! Razzle Fic is here. Thank you for writing a fic based off the Razzle series, I’ll try my best to get back to it. That was really sweet and I’m still happy💕🥹.
➜Word count: I hate math
➜⚠︎︎Warnings: schizophrenia , pills, Halloween , distorted things , death , cords , bandages . (If there’s more please let me know!) ‼️‼️PLEASE DONT DRINK AND DRIVE‼️‼️
➜Summary: It’s been a while since Razzle had mailed you back. All of a sudden he randomly shows up and everything turns back to normal, except for the lamp.
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The lamp is low.

The flowers are dead.
The clouds are grey.
The grass is red.
Your Table is Empty, Plenty chairs to go. Your plate in front of you is full with all you can eat, yet you don’t have the appetite — but the energy to pick at it with distraught and confusion.
You colored hues look at the small lamp that lights the dark kitchen. To your left is a muddy — wet — rainy day.
It’s time for bed.
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It’s 11:45AM. Sitting on your bed with your feet dangling off, as the sunray of sunlight hit your back, reflecting a bright light. You look at the lamp on your dresser.
You then pull the string of the lamp, turning it on.
‘Click.’
You open the top drawer of your mini brown dresser and pull out a piece of paper and a red pen. Now beginning — to write a letter.
‘Dear Razzle,
If you can reach out to me, please do. It’s been 2 days. Or maybe more.
-your best buddy Y/N :)’
Along with a stick figure on the bottom right, of you and him. You trance your way down the stairs before throwing on your yellow house shoes to get the mail delivered.
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It’s been 5 hours.
It’s now 4:20pm.
Boredom. You reach for your phone just right on time.
‘Ding!’
Notification, Mavirus.
“Hm?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You then open the message with your scrawny fingers, that could possibly show the bones under.
It read,
‘Man, we haven’t kicked it in a while, do you want to today? Maybe? The friends and others are here ;)’
You didn’t mind, who would you bother now?
You went to shower and to brush your teeth, and later head to the park.
Fun right?
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Right?
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Day 3.
no letter back. The lamp is still lit in your bed room, a waiting for another letter.
It’s daily usage is running out like a person with no fuel.
No sounds, just birds tweeting and feet shuffling to the counter.
You pour your favorite box of cereal and milk, then sit in your designated seat.
To glance up at the lamp.
The lamp is low.
The lamp — is low.
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Brushing your teeth you hear the front door open. Familiar foot steps are shuffling through the house to find you.
“Mornin’ Mate! Brushin’ your teeth ay’? I found this really cool Magazine — what do ya think about it?”
Razzle then shoved them magazine to your chest with no such force, but wearing a giddy silly smile that anyone would lable ‘stupid’
You stop brushing your teeth while the other free hand, grabs at the thick texturized but thin layered magazine.
“Huh? It says nothing but ‘Razzle’? I don’t get it.”
“— What do you mean you don’t get it? It says my name, Oi. People know me out there like before! Cool ainnit? Maybe you can be well known too, just know the world first. Gotta say you’re a bit boring.”
You raise an eyebrow at him suspicious and with a facial expression of someone who said something entirely too dumb but too obvious.
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Laying on your perfect felt and fit sized bed, with Razzle at the right end of it.
Plucking at your guitar, you play a sweet but memorizing tune. Something that could calm your nerves.
Looking at the dresser for a couple of seconds, and back To Razzle, who’s tracing weird shapes with his fingers with one eye closed.
“You never got my letter did you?” Biting the side of your cheek. Hoping he could recall when you sent that letter out.
“Letter, I haven’t received a letter from you. When was it written or delivered?”
Right, you haven’t went to the nearest post office to ask for it to get delivered. Instead you threw it in your mail. Which resulting in your delivering the same paper you ought to write for Razzle, back to you.
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“New arcade open, down to go? It’s around the corner..” The drummer begin playing with a blue pen, twirling it around his finger as if it was a drum stick, a habit he had picked up.
“I’m down if it’s with you.” Gently sifting your guitar down, to lay your hands on the bed and give him a smile.
Razzle was like your second piece, he made you whole. Without him, there actually wouldn’t be much to laugh about, talk about, and cry about.
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7pm had struck quickly. Time seems to go by fast. Now it’s time to go home. You both were full off of food, sweets and drinks —- maybe laughter.
“That wasn’t t’bad yeah? Maybe going outside and exploring could do you some good.” Dingley commented , slurping on his blue freezie.
He’s right, going outside with friends isn’t as bad as you thought. You just weren’t prepared.
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It’s been three months, you and Razzle had been hanging out like two strangers at a bar. Non-stop.
The lamp is low
The flowers are alive
The clouds are white
The grass is green
Life is life.
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A knock was sounded on your glass window on the Halloween night. You move the black and orange curtains to the side before seeing your best buddy, Razzle! :)
He blows on the window , creating fog before writing
‘Come trick or treat with me!’
“Aren’t we a bit too old?”
‘There’s no age limit on going to get candy on Halloween :(‘
He blew away the previous writing, blew more fog to create another writing.
How can you say no. You grab your bucket that mysteriously matches
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“It’s cold out here ainnit?” Your best buddy pretends as if he turned into ice.
“As much as I love you, please — cut out the embarrassing antics Raz”
“Why?”
“Because it’s embarrassing”
“Why?”
“Nevermind..”
— A teenager then bumped into your causing some of your Candy to spill.
“Watch it, freak.” The average teen spat as his group of friends laughed, who were dressed like skeletons, band members, serial killers and all.
Sigh.. teenagers..
“That was one way to put it, why don’t you say something? — Oi, watch we’re you going! Ye bumped into us first ya git!”
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“Two more houses isn’t bad, cmon mate!” He pleaded and pleaded until you turned in.
“Fine fine, Two more. Don’t take forever either.” Huffing, crossing your arms you watch him run off to Another house like a kid on their own.
How this man could act of as a child, it was very enduring.
You begin to feel dizzy and a bit nauseous, taking a seat on the side walk , closing you eyes and breathing in the cool fresh air for a couple of minutes.
Everything slowly begin to close around you, noise, people, everything…
“You alright mate?”
Your eyes then shoot open to see Dingley standing there with wide eyes of shock and confusion, his lips slightly parted before giving a dimpled-sweet smile.
Knowing that you’re okay, the glint in his eyes shine more.
Then he offers to help you up— which now results into you both going back home.
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“Finally, home sweet home..” The warmth of the house perfectly hitting both yours and Razzle’s skin, kicking off your shoes next to Razzle’s and putting your bucket across his.
His back facing the lamp as his hands lay on the pumpkin plastic bucket.
“Ready?”
“Wait—“ Walking to the cabinet to take your medicine for schizophrenia. You then pop the pill in your mouth with water, looking down and now you’ve reached your bucket.
Tipping it over, you realize Razzle hasn’t tipped his over.
Looking up,
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He wasn’t there.
schizophrenia has the peaks.
He was one of them.
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Waking up to a bright light and your head pounding. Bandages and cords were coving most of your body. Your leg was in a cast and people — such as nurses and friends were watching over you.
“What happened..” your throat scratched our, leaving your to wince at the absence of water and the feeling of an extreme dry throat.
“You were in a car crash containing a drunk driver, Vince.”
Waking up completely, you look around for Razzle to find any source to see if he was okay.
“Razzle died.”
The lamp ahead of you started to look distorted and weird.
‘The lamp is low.’
Nen! Thank you for the inspiration fan fic, speaking of this I'm gonna go back into writing hanoi rocks fanfics. I loved this, and you had really put Razzle together, sounds a LOT like him!! I'm doing more better than last time❤️💜💚.
Summary: Razzle comes back home from practice / hanging out with his band, got a whole lot to tell and a lot of attention in need!
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Warnings: None, just a pouty Razzle<3
A/N: I've finished this a long time ago, but never had the time to upload it...It was an idea from dear @sami--yaffa aka Smiley!♡ I hope you're doing great and this puts a little smile on your face<3
,,So, how was your day?", you asked, smiling when he beamed up. ,,Oof, so much happened! Like...I think more accidents, though."
Accidents? You knew Hanoi Rocks could be a clumsy and rowdy bunch, but all in one day? Seemed suspicious.
,,Accidents? Who died?"
Razzle huffed, fake apalled at you. Stuff happens, doesn't mean sonebody has died! But that was besides the point: Razzle kept talking making himself comfortable, laying his head on your lap and playing with whatever part of your body was closest (which were your hands). So for the next few hours, you two sat on the sofa, the TV on in the background, until it started to get darker, around 7 PM.
,,You hungry?" Razzle's eyes were barely open, but his nose was. ,,What'd you make?" Razzle, still half asleep, walked into the kitchen, spotting the two plates of food. ,,Lasagna, nothing too complicated." If there was something Razzle absolutely loved, next to you, it was your cooking. It always looked like it came straight from a gourmet place and everytime he tried to replicate it, it just tasted bland. And that was the first and last time he ever cooked freely.
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,,Are you gonna come to bed? It's freezing without you."
After dinner, Razzle went to get ready for bed, thinking you would join him after a few minutes, but five minutes turned into ten and you were nowhere to be heard or seen.
So he went to search for you, finding you back on the sofa, finishing whatever had been on TV before.
,,Hm? Oh, sorry...I got so invested, I didn't even realise you went to bed..."
The pout on his face was enough for you to know that he wasn't the happiest about it. ,,Look, I'll go brush my teeth and then I'll be with you, ok?" Razzle just nodded, trudging back and laying with his back to the door. ,,Razzle? Still awake?"
You shook him very softly, hoping it wasn't yoo hard to take him out of his sleep (if he was). But he wasn't. He grumbled, moving further away from you. ,,Alright, baby, what are you so pissy about?" He turned onto his other side, meeting your eyes. ,,Why didn't you come to bed straight away? I thought you walked out or something."
You knew he wasn't actually mad about it, just confused, so you knew the best idea to cheer him up. ,,Better now?" A little kiss on his nose and forehead helped, making him brightly smile and hug you, nuzzling his face into your neck.
,,You know you're an attention seeker." Razzle huffed, pouting at the obvious statement, but how could he not? It's YOUR attention that he LOVED. ,,I'm not..." His statement was rested with a kiss to your lips, keeping you from ,,arguing" back. ,,I am only when you are around..."
You left it at that, enjoying whatever he was talking about:)
Part two of the poly hanoi rocks fic is coming 🥹
Hello Hun’s. Again I’m back and I’m taking requests! I’ll try to get o them as fast as I can but if not, trust, I’ll get to them later sometimes this month hopefully :). Stay safe!
should I make a pt 2 of “Could Have Better Days”??👀👀👀
P!Hanoi Rocks x Reader
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Title: “Could Have Better Days”
Summary: Sucks to be stuck inside one nasty gloomy day instead of complaining about not going out or whatsoever. You and your boyfriends decide to spice things up with a game of ‘Never have I Ever’.
Parings: Michael monroe x Reader, Andy Mccoy x Reader, Nasty (Jan) x Reader, Sami yaffa x Reader, Razzle Dingley x Reader.
Word count: How do you count words. I don’t have the patience.
Warning: Alcohol, misspelling (youch..), Drinking, Weird questions, It’s Never Have I Ever, whatcha expect??, Crack Energy, One, maybe two, gets drunk, weed, cigs, any gender of your choice, cussing, Poly.
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Who know you would allegedly be dating those weird boys from Hanoi rocks?? How did this even happen?? Well that’s a question only you, can answer.
APRIL 15th, 1982. 11:45AM
The gloomiest day of Gloomy.
You couldn’t possibly blame others for not wanting to associate with society today. I mean, it’s pouring rain, rain.
Theres nothing wrong with the rain, if you’re a rain lover. It’s just there was mud and ponds everywhere. Who wanna get their shoes wet over rain?? Nobody, I hope.
Out of boredom, all of you guys decide to watch TV, something random.
Or that’s what you thought.
“A’right, who has my fuckin cig!” McCoy voiced, rushing down stairs. Noise could be heard as he came down rushing through the living room.
His black hat, red thin silky shirt, black pants and any other clothing item that caught his eye, making him stand out.
“Raz’ ya seen my cig mate?” Andy then leaned over the black couch where Sami, on Razzle’s left, Razzle in the middle, And Nasty all sat.
“Not at all mate! Have ya considered checking those pocket o’yours yeah?? $20 it’s n’ there” The drummer smirk in amusement, as he hold his ringed hand out that also resembled multi-colored nail polish on his fingers.
The questioned man then checked his pockets so eagerly, just to find the pack of cigs in there. He then pull them out as if it was a pocket knife.
Pulled one, and lit it. Smoke soon then fill the air as he inhaled the smoke and blew it in Sami’s face.
“You did that on purpose.” The bassist spoke, with a slight irritational frown.
Razzle and Andy then laughed in sync, also in amusement. “Oh don’t be such a buzz killer. A little smoke won’t hurt.” Andy smirked as he then passed it to Razzle.
“Waiting’ for my $20..” Dingley spoke in a singing tune.
“We didn’t shake on it, no?” A smirk could then form on Nasty’s face. Who’s been listening in the conversation along with Michael and Sami.
“Does that truly matter anyways?? $20 is $20.”
“Where did you come from”
“Where do I always come from??”
Razzle then side-eyed you in response. IT was his turn to blow the smoke in your face.
He did so, which caught of guard. When you was supposedly watching michael fix his blonde unique hair.
“Really??” You huffed as you crossed your arms. “That’s what I said!!” Sami then chimed in, the same expression as you. It then go quiet.
“What?” He then said. “And I’ll do it again” McCoy then laughed.
“Whatever” you and Sami say in unison.
APRIL 15th, 1982. 2:30PM
The rain began to take over heavier, leading thunderstorms here and there. Some catching you all off guard.
Michael sits on the couch, above Nasty who’s sitting on the ground, letting Michael style his hair.
“Your hair is soft luv, what do you use??” The lead singer Asked the man.
“Water, shampoo and conditioner”
“I know that, everybody does, hopefully but the brand ya use—“ He then get cut off.
“How about a game of Neva’ Have I Eva’ with booze mates!! With money or no?? Aye we can take shots! Maybe drink the whole bottle!! Who’s down!!”
The drummer then pace down stairs with a mischievous grin on his face, his cute deep dimples wearing it off. Making him look nothing but innocent.
“Booze sounds like too much” Nasty chimed in.
“Exactly, the last time we did it, we had to lock you n’ Andy in a room for almost 5 hours.” Michael groaned, like a mother scolding her children.
“No biggie, that was nothing!”
“You literally broke the TV last time by tripping over Andy.” Sami then say as he was fixing his black messy hair in the mirror, not bothering to turn to face anybody.
“I second that.” You commented, with your feet kicked up on the table. Your mix matched socks wearing out.
“I don’t third that.” Andy walked into the living room, fixing his pants and later buckling his belt up again, that matches Razzle.
Razzle and Michael gave him a knowing look, as Sami, You, and Nasty, all looked disappointed.
“Can a man not take a piss yea??”
“Sureeee” Razzle waved him off dragging the ‘Sure’ in a teasing matter.
“Fuck off” Andy then flip him off, as everybody else laughs.
“I guess we can play” Nasty stated. With two pig tails in his hair from Michael’s work.
“You look all cute don’t cha’” The proud, noisy drummer smiled.
“You look disturbing.”
“When can you ever be nice” Michael and Sami both scold. Andy then shrug in response as he put out the cigarette he’s smoked again. The pack almost gone.
APRIL 15th, 1982. 5:04PM.
“Never have I ever, said the wrong thing at the wrong time.” Michael then questioned, his pink sunglasses glammin’.
Razzle, You, Sami and Andy all take shots.
“I was drunk off m’ass okay?? An old man approached me and told me his wife was in the nursing home! And I winded up saying “congratulations mate!!” Out loud!” Dingley then confessed.
“Wow..” You chimed in. All four of you all, now taking shots.
“Jeez, this is strong.” Yaffa winced.
Michael and Nasty then snicker.
“Never have I ever gotten into a brawl.”
Andy then take a shot, So did, of course. Razzle.
“You guys are something else” you spoke out loud.
“Some punk spilt beer on my clothes! I told him if he ever tries me again, I’m shoving the whole bottle up his ass. And that night the police got called.”
“Oh yea, then I had to come to the scene” Michael spoke, his blue eyes widening a little. He then raise his sunglasses up to set them on top of his frizzy hair. After, puckering his lips.
“Yea, shit was crazy!”
“Alright, my turn” Sami cleared his throat.
“Neva’ Have I Eva’ kissed, dated, or slept with someone and kept it a secret?” He then exclaimed, setting down his card and looking around.
He himself, then take a shot, so has Michael, Nasty, let’s just say everyone.
“Mines was an On N’ Off relationship so” Andy waved liked it was nothing, then lighting a joint.
“Oh? Same?” Monroe questioned a little.
“I never expected that to come from someone like you.” Stenfors provoked as he turned his head to Michael with an almost, shocked look.
Who would’ve knew Michael could have any girl he want?? Many thought he was guy, by his looks, or many mistakes him as a girl.
“I don’t think anybody did mate..” Razzle spoke, his words slurring as his cheeks flush due to being intoxicated.
“Jeez man you’re gone..” McCoy laughed at the sight. He was gone too, from being high AND drunk.
“Aye, Y/N luv, you should try this yea??” He then stick out the blunt their direction. With a confident smile.
You then shake you head no automatically, the drinks were enough, so why get high as well?? You’ll probably go crazy..
APRIL 15th, 1982. 5:20PM
Infact you are now. You’re now high and drunk off your ass, running around got nothing to lose.
Razzle and Andy snickering in the background, as Michael shakes his head and get up to stop you from causing more chaos. Nasty and Sami watching with confusion and a straight face.
“I think it was a bad idea t’influence them with a joint.” Monroe confessed as he looked at the drummer and guitarist. His hair flowing the same direction.
“They seem alright to us, right Raz??”
“Bloody hell they’re gone!” He lets out a dry mask.
Bottles smashing in the background could be heard, due to your antics. You then bounce and hop from couch or any other surface you can manage to land on without breaking a bone.
This has now became a cat and mouse chase between You and Michael.
You then take cover behind Nasty and Sami. Believing you couldn’t be found, which was a lie.
“A’right it’s time to go to bed yea??” Monroe then grabbed you.
“But whyyy..” You protested with a whine, then letting yourself fall to the floor.
“Out of every other days. You choose this day to be a crazy one.” Sami said as he raised his eyebrows, flipping his hair out of his face.
“Could have better days..”
“Key word, Could” Nasty chimed in, finishing his cigarette and putting it in the ash tray.
APRIL 15th, 1982. 11:56PM
It is officially bed time for everybody. This day has been a tough one, for Michael Atleast, and maybe Sami. Who knows if Nasty was annoyed as well.
Everybody is slowly drifting off to sleep. First was Sami, Then Razzle, Then Nasty, Andy, You and lastly Michael.
Maybe you all could have better days without booze and going crazy.
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A/N: this was fun to write. Honestly. Hope you all like it, take care!