Who’s the least problematic Britpop/classic uk rock band in ur opinion
I’ll definitely say Pulp… i mean the band itself avoided a lot of the chaos and the only thing i can think of rn for being “controversial” is the whole jarvis vs michael jackson so… (iconic tho)
And what would happen if i said menswear too😳 i actually don’t know much of the lore of the band but considering they were only around for a short time during the britpop era….i think people only hated them because they were overhyped by the music press or something.
Maybe pet shop boys, dire straits, the clash too??? Im not sure about that one so if someone knows something pls tell me i know most of the songs are political but its really inevitable.
and to add some women (yesss) elastica, lush (ily miki)
Again i am probably not the best informed on the bands i mentioned so feel free to correct me if I’m wrong pls <3
note: a shortie, around 700 words. Can you tell im sad :( i was re-reading my old fics from 2020 & i used to write so good so that inspired me for this shit lol not proofread! °masterlist
THE MORNING sun was gleaming softly through the car's window with its warmth touching your skin. It was midsummer.
The summer solstice has begun and all that you felt was this daybreak of heart inside of you. The quietness and the nothingness you felt was slowly elevating in the pace of the vehicle, leaving the trace of hidden regrets.
The soft daylight gently beamed on your dress, its sunshine warmth showing through the fabric. Starring at the horizon following the vehicle and the sun chasing your skin. With the window rolled down and the tranquil wind caressing your hair, making your veil dance around your face.
You stepped out of the car with a heavy feeling resting on your head, and suddenly the diamond on your ring finger felt like the weight of a thousand elephants.
[...]
There he stood as a groomsman. It sort of looked like you were walking down the aisle to marry him instead. Just for a second, just until you were up close and it was clear that your eyes werent on him at all.
Your smile when you handed Meg, his plus one, the bouquet was huge though and all for Meg and Noel now. Your pinkish lips stretched thin around the sheer size of it, and it was the only time throught the entire ceremony that Noel didnt feel a gross pit in his stomach. You started laughin once you'd turned away, all giggly and happy at the sight of your recently made husband.
Noel couldnt even bear to look at the back of your head.
[...]
In a pathetic attempt to escape his delicacy, Noel sparks up the cigarette in between his foaming lips with all the words left unsaid.
He made sure no one saw him leave the dancing bodies behind, just to end up at the back of the wedding venue. He plays so slick so invincible its all artificial. He keeps spilling ashes all over himself, he keeps coming back to it.
Your husbands face is before his eyes anyways, always, like a bruise on his brain. Everyone he meets knows your husband's name and when he´d lay awake at night, Noel doesnt even bother to picture his face anymore. He tries to forget.
Some things he does remember.
How you and Noel hid in that cramped classroom, what felt like decades ago, because you were kissing him and how he hardly held the door closed when someone knocked and how you and him were so good at discreet tenderness everyone thought the school was haunted.
How your favourite thing to do together was smile behind closed doors. How even back then you two were like ghosts.
[...]
The “fist dance” of the bride and groom suddenly arrived.
Meg's fingers intertwined with Noel's, and all he could think was that he hates your fingers for not playing with his instead.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder but it's been one day and his is starting to hate you for not being close enough to his hands.
You twirl around the dance floor as Noel turns to face Meg. His smile is sincere towards her but he confirms the fact that he doesnt hate you.
He pinches Meg's cheek with his thumb and index finger, rushing to ease the nonexistent pain with a quick kiss. Her soft laugh reaches his ears.
He hates himself.
[...]
You found him alone sitting on a low stone wall behind the venue, jacket discarded somewhere, sleeves rolled to his elbows. The cigarette between his fingers had burned itself nearly to the filter.
Your dress shifted in the cold night air.
“Congratulations” The word sounded awful coming from him. A goodbye felt impossible so you leaned down and wrapped your arms around him.
He holds his hands against your shivering papery skin for warmth. He had always loved the way the snow melts in your eyes.
You feel like summer nostalgia, something that only his mind could grasp and his hands can't touch. a feeling that's indescribable, too perfect to put into words. He watches your figure disapear into the venue and it makes him think that maybe you were just a dream. He wishes he could redo that one summer when you both were teenagers.
He´s sorry that you had to put on a white dress for him to realise just how much he still loves you, even after all these years.
Paring: Jarvis cocker x fem!reader
word count: 586
Summary: being woken up by jarvis
Warnings:smut bellow the cut, minors dni, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, fingering, praise, pet names, somnophilia, body worship
tagging @queenofclogs sorry its short!!
yall don't get the song for this one cause it gets this marked as mature
dividers belong to @pixopix
'I like you best when your heads between my legs'
'wrap your fingers'round my neck try to ca-catch your breath'
'send your kisses down my chest, make the walls turn a bright red'
'i can't tell if it's a threat'
'thats when I like you best'
The summer sun streamed in through the small gap in the curtains, shining into his eyes. He would let out a tired groan burying his face in the side of your neck. He could hear your steady breathing as you slept, your warm body pressed against his.
He would breathe in your scent, hand sliding up your thigh. His fingers fiddled with the hem of the old shirt of his you had worn to bed. Jarvis would slowly lift his head from your neck watching you rest.
“Mmm..”
He watched your eyelids twitch as you started to stir from your sleep.
His fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt gently tracing the curve of your hips, he felt as goosebumps raised across your soft skin and your thigh muscles twitch subconsciously.
He trailed his hand back down, fingers pressing into the plush flesh of your thigh. You looked so peaceful in the morning sun. Jarvis would lean in slowly, leaving a gentle kiss on your lips before trailing more kisses down your neck.
He felt you shift in your sleep as he slid himself lower in the bed, the sheets wrinkled under his movements. Jarvis would slowly part your thighs, eyes never leaving your face until he lowered himself between your legs.
He smirked to himself seeing the small wet patch already forming in your panties.
“So easy.. Even in your sleep” he whispered, planting a kiss above your clothed clit.
His fingers gripped your thighs pressing into the soft flesh as he watched you move underneath him.
“So pretty for me” he whispered, pressing gentle kisses into your thighs. His fingered grazed your inner thigh before tugging your panties to the side.
Jarvis would move slowly, trailing gentle kisses up your inner thigh, before licking a slow stripe through your already slick folds.
He let out a quiet groan against your sensitive clit, You tasted like heaven on his tongue. The sound sent vibrations up your spine, forcing a small whimper out of your sleeping body.
He wrapped his lips around your clit, tongue flicking over the sensitive flesh as he began to suck. Your thighs tensed on either side of his head, hips shifting down the sheets closer to his mouth.
His hands wrapped around your thighs gently, slowing your body's movements. He watched your face through his lashes as he licked through your folds collecting more slick on his tongue before burying his face into you like a man starved.
Jarvis would feel your thighs start to tremble in his hands as he pushed his tongue inside your tight cunt. His nose pressed firmly against your clit.
He watched you start to writhe underneath him, his hands slid up to grip your hips still. Your hips pushed up into his mouth only spurring him on to move faster.
He felt the way your muscles tensed around him, you were close he wouldn’t dare stop now. He saw your eyes flutter open, disoriented and hardly awake. There was a tight knot in your stomach that snapped when you made eye contact with Jarvis between your thighs.
You would let out a quiet gasp as you came around his tongue. Your thighs trembling around his head before attempting to shut around his head. Jarvis worked you through your orgasm until you became overstimulated.
“Fuck Jarvis no more i can’t..” you gasped out tugging his hair. He pulled away slowly and began to press gentle kisses to your thighs.
vos decis que en Argentina hay racismo pero todos los años recibimos a miles de brasileños que vienen como turistas y muchos otros que se quedan a estudiar en nuestras universidades, y no veo a ninguno quejarse ni volviendose a los dos días porque los trataron mal
de que racismo hablas? es como si yo dijera que ustedes son todos chorros porque me robaron una vez en Rio de Janeiro
Lamentable lo de muchos brasileños en este mundial, mostraron la hilacha mal
em todo lugar tem racismo, infelizmente. até no brasil, por isso eu acho injusto falar que todos argentinos são racistas até pq… não são. e eu não falei isso, por favor não tenha essa impressão! o que eu digo é que brasileiro não torce pra argentina.. não tô falando que a seleção é ruim, não tô falando que o brasil é o melhor do mundo (até pq não tem sido há 24 anos kkkkk) o único fato que eu tô dizendo é que brasileiro não torce pra argentina. e outra coisa, até aqui no brasil tem esse estereótipo dos cariocas também. o racismo de que eu estou falando são dos vídeos de alguns argentinos fazendo gestos de macaco e chamando brasileiros de macaco, ué. sei que não é o caso de todos os argentinos, mas o esteriótipo existe por um motivo, da mesma forma que existe esse do rio de janeiro, porque INFELIZMENTE acontece. e é por esse motivo que historicamente a maioria dos brasileiros não torcem pra argentina.
not gonna answer anything related to this anymore, but the thing i said it’s that most brazilians don’t root for argentina and the reasoning is racism incidents that do nottttr apply to all argentinians, pls pls pls, i didn’t even wanna answer to this but i must make it very clear that all im saying is this.
please do a smut where damons insecure and reader is trying to convince him he shouldn’t be.. i got the idea in my head it sounds quite FUN
pairing: 90s!damon albarn x black!fem!reader.
content: drabble.... smut. some sub!damon. top!reader. im going through insane writers block guys💔
You suck dark marks into the pale skin of Damon’s neck, allowing you to hear his groans loudly in your ear. You and he had been up for a while—Damon longer, as you woke up long after him. You found him lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. Damon usually woke up before you, but he would be out of bed, making breakfast or tea to wake you up with. So, when he wasn’t, you assumed something must be wrong—he’d also been facing harsh anxiety from the constant pressure to be perfect in front of everybody else; to keep producing music that people actually liked.
It pained you to see him so insecure. Especially when he didn’t need to be, so you had to show him how great he really was, which left you bouncing on his dick, which kisses a sensitive spot that makes your toes curl on top of him. His hands knead your ass and try to speed your lace, but you remain steady—except for the way his hips jerked upward into your pussy to press deeper. Your gummy walls squeeze him each time, making him moan from the sensation.
“You feel so good, baby,” you whisper in his ear. “You’re gonna make me cum again.”
He nods and hums faintly, his head leaned into the pillows, eyes squinted. You’re sure he barely heard you. “You’re so pretty like this, y’know that. So, so perfect.” Your hips slam against his after every word to gain a whimper from him.
His arms slide around your waist to keep you against him, allowing you to roll your hips while being stuffed with his dick inside you. Your stomach tenses with your impending orgasm, pace growing more tentative to chase the high.
You sit up to plant your hands on his sweaty chest. “Gonna cum for me, baby?”
His eyes peek open to peer at you, the way your curls fall over your face; they fall to your breasts to watch the way they bounce with your body, and finally, to the area where you meet. His hand slides to the front to circle your puffy clit. Your moans in his ear make him twitch, bucking into your cunt. “I’m gonna cum, please. I wanna cum,” he whines with a shaky voice.
Your walls clamp around him as you grow tense. You lean your head back with your mouth fallen open for a silent moan. Damon watches through his glassy eyes, hands sliding to your shaking thighs to keep you rocking on his dick.
You breathe unevenly as you relax, a dull ache forming in your lower body out of overstimulation and the burn of riding him. “Go ahead n’ cum, baby. Do it for me. So perfect; you deserve it.”
You bounce on him haphazardly and watch his face contort as he starts to grow taut, hands sliding to your hips, gripping the fat to push you onto his dick as his cum pumps into you with a strangled grunt. You bend to capture his lips in a delicate kiss. His lips are soft; he tastes like toothpaste from before he went to sleep last night. Your thumb glides along his cheekbone, soothing his morning anxiety, which had long gone, as you pull away, and his head lifts to chase your lips.
“Want me to make some tea?” You mutter.
“I don’t know if I can get up now,” he groans; you roll your eyes, and he laughs.
ROBBIE WILLIAMS CAUSED PANDEMONIUM LAST NIGHT AS HE WAS PHOTOGRAPHED OUT CELEBRATING GETTING BACK TOGETHER WITH EX FIANCE ALL SAINTS NICOLE APPLETON. ROBBIE CAUSED UP ROAR AT LONDON'S TITANIC RESTAURANT WHEN HE STOLE OUR PHOTOGRAPHERS CAR KEYS AND RAN OFF WITH THEM AND THREW THEM DOWN THE DRAIN. ROBBIE LOOKED RATHER PLEASED WITH HIMSELF AFTER THE EVENT. BREWER STREET HAD TO BE CLOSED OFF FOR TWO AND A HALF HOURS BY THE POLICE AS THE COUNCIL HAD TO RETRIEVE THE KEYS AS THE PHOTOGRAPHERS CAR WAS LEFT SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!
Literally every Britpop/ classic rock fan discovering something about a member of their favorite band that the entire fandom has collectively decided to ignore.
(They’re either rapists, pedos, racists, nazis, & hate women)
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