* PUNK / ROCKER

heartless bastard, motherfucker.

[yvng--goddess-deactivated201706]

I don't like you

Grab a seat and wait for me to give a fuck

[girlsclothes-deactivated2023030]

what do people in their twentys do except go to the grocery store……….

[what-grace-has-forgiveness]

sometimes we lie in bed paralyzed by the knowledge that life is neither meaningful nor enjoyable

[asgarddropout]

and then we go get snacks

[rosepunktm-a]

starter call to get shit goin bc i love my punk-ass son <3

[timerogued-a]

❛ HI - MY NAME IS JACK CASEY . I’M A FORENSIC ANALYSER WHO LOVES TO DRINK CIDER , LISTEN TO PUNK MUSIC , OH AND TRAVEL IN TIME TO MESS UP AS MANY FUTURE HISTORIANS AS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE.  ❜ 

AN INDEPENDENT SELECTIVE MUTANT OC. XMCU / MCU. PENNED AND LOVED BY EWAN.     ( A SMALL PROMO AS I NEEDED NEW XMCU / MCU MUSES TO FOLLOW. )

MUTANT ABILITY : CAN TRAVEL THROUGH AN OBJECT OR PERSONS PERSONAL HISTORY BY TOUCH.

[passionpeachy-deactivated202312]

old punk rock song: 1 2 3 LETS GO igkajk kg fgjdf kjgdkjh kdl kdfhgfkkhfgh swdfkjskghf ??? SHAKFJGHAUFGNHFHNDGH !!!

me: this slaps hard

[rosepunktm-a]

timerogued‌:

❛ flash design would be AWESOME - but nothin’ too… basic. ❜  was there another way to phrase that ? most likely, but anchors and the like weren’t something he was particularly interested in. he’d seen a couple of reviews about this shop online and thought - well - was about time he’d have something to cover up the scar that already previously tattooed his stomach.  ❛ good to meet ya dex, i’m jack. nice tunes goin’ on. ❜

“right, so no rose tattoos for you then, huh?” dex laughs and leans against the countertop. “nice t’meet you too, jack. i have a book full of flash if you wanna have a look and pick out something you like.” he crouches and retrieves a large black binder from behind the counter. it’s overflowing with stencils and pages of varying sizes. “think there’s a few in there that are spoken for, but they should all have a sold note on ‘em.”

[rosepunktm-a]

ofseances‌:

gaze flicks up where he lounges against the brick  of  the  alley’s  wall,  brows  quirked   —   this  is  a  bizarrely  convenient  occurrence.  he’d  only  intended  to  step  outside  for  a  minute  or  so,  take  a  smoke  break,  but  he’s  long  since  run  out  of  cash  to  toss  at  the  bartender  as  it  is.  that,  coupled  with  the  brisk  evening  air  swiftly  sobering  him  of  what  he  has  had  and  the  fact  that  he’s  already  burned  his  way  through  the  rest  of  the  now - empty  pack  of  cigarettes  discarded  within  a  pocket,  means  his  excuses  to  procrastinate  his  return  to  the  grim,  unforgiving  space  of  the  academy  are  rapidly  depleting.  he’s  always  thought  its  rooms  are  far  larger  than  necessary,  but  he  supposes  one  needs  somewhere  to  fit  all  the  shitty  memories.

     ❛     sure,  man.     ❜

he  digs  black  lighter  from  worn  jacket,  tosses  it  toward  the  other  in  a  lazy  arc   —   hopes  he  catches  it,  or  this  won’t  be  nearly  as  nonchalantly  impressive  as  he’s  aiming  for.  a  shamelessly  hopeful  grin   —

     ❛     you  got  any  spare  smokes  ?   y’know,  since  we’re  helping  each  other  out  and  all.     ❜

dex catches the lighter swiftly and casts a wink in the man’s direction. “thanks, man.” he lights the cigarette and tosses the lighter back, pausing to take a deep drag and watch the smoke filter up into the night air. “hm? oh yeah, for sure!” he smiles and fishes in his pocket for the square pack before extending it to him. “have at it. did’y happen to catch my set? not to blow my own horn or nothin’ but it was pretty damn good.” his smile shifts to a shit-eating grin as he leans his head back against the bricks.

the cool night air is working wonders to cool the sweat that’s gathered all over his body. the hair at the back of his neck has curled from the moisture and his shirt is stuck to his chest under the guitar strap. “you got a name? i’m dex.”

[allisonedit]

[babyuworthy]

[eliaslawrens]

[blueberryuserboxes]

[santeria-deactivated20170905]

Humans of new york: whats your story? Me: i just fell asleep on this bench

[rosepunktm-a]

“hey, you gotta light?” dex asks, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. he’s normally not one to be seen without a lighter, but he was running late to his gig and had forgotten it this time. he stands in the alleyway outside the bar, bulky acoustic guitar still slung across his chest, and one hand tucked in his pocket. “normally i wouldn’t ask, but my nerves are killing me, and i gotta take the edge off somehow.”

@ofseances // starter!!!

[itsjust-insanity]

*moans when im stretching to let all the boys get a taste of what it is like to fuck me*

[rosepunktm-a]

it’s a long road out to R E C O V E R Y from here. a long way back to the L I G H T.

dash-only oc, est. july 2019. by mini.

[rosepunktm-a]

i’m ,, i’m just saying ... dex interacting w/ klaus would be an EXPERIENCE.

[rosepunktm-a]

💕 (KISSES FOR EVERYONE)

SEND THE HEARTS TO KISS MY MUSE! | accepting! | @timerogued

dex let out a surprised sound, muffled by the other man’s lips against his. an interesting development that he hadn’t been expecting. how had he even gotten backstage? dex wasn’t complaining, though - fingers hooked into the man’s belt loops and walked him backwards to press against the wall, his lips never leaving the other’s. after another breathless moment, dex broke away and took a step back. he winked at the stranger and spun on his heel to carry on down the hallway.