// Happy pride month from your fav queer punk band <3

Andulka
Three Goblin Art
Xuebing Du
i don't do bad sauce passes

tannertan36
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AnasAbdin

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Love Begins

Janaina Medeiros
Mike Driver
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Discoholic 🪩
Show & Tell

JVL
Keni
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@thecryptsleepers
// Happy pride month from your fav queer punk band <3
Okay, that gets a laugh out of her. Not that she's begrudging by nature, but he saw the vision and gave her another silly mental image to go with it. He's putting the effort in!
"I think he photosynthesizes. Actually. Kind of an unlimited energy source, the sun."
"What? Really? I know he's Superman, but you gotta admit that's waaaaay OP." Not that he's an expert on superpowers by any means. "I mean, save some superpowers for the rest of them!"
@magicxecustos from here
"Yes, chef!" Nick says before he can think. For a moment, his body thinks he's back on the line when she points and snaps. He stands and turns in his spot, locating the ingredient in question. It's up high, but the task is nothing for his lanky frame. He shakes his head at himself, and a giggle spills out. "I mean, yes, Sheri!"
Nick thinks on her words as he plucks the container from its perch and brings it to her level. Could he do that? The Kitchen witch thing? Will once said that magic didn't stick to him like regular folk— that charms and curses dripped off of him if not cast by a pro. She'd said he was lucky like that. Too lucky, possibly.
"Hey... uh... I wanted to ask you something dumb. Well, it might be a dumb question— not that I'm trying to sound dumb. It's actually a thing that might be a point of interest! If you aren't busy. 'Cuz you seem—" A brief pause in the middle of his ramble. (Put him out of his misery.) "Actually, maybe I should book an appointment? Or— um— wait. How does this consultation stuff work?"
caleb landry jones as dracula
dracula: a love tale (2025) dir. luc besson
Kyle's still wearing that stupid, chimpy grin when Mathias bounces his skull off the wall and flecks his face with spittle and obscenities. He hears someone say flatly, Oh, Jesus, followed by the backdoor slamming shut behind them. He will have no allies here. This has been a long time coming.
The first punch buckles his knees. His hand shoots out, hooks into the collar of Mathias's shirt, and drags them both on his way down. Still, Mathias maintains the high ground. He swings again and connects with his jaw. Kyle's grip on the other man's shirt never loosens. The free hand never makes a fist. His breathing slips from the rhythm of adrenaline to the cadence of arousal.
Mathias cocks his arm back again, but the impact never comes. He's restrained in a moment that happens too quickly to process and dragged back. Kyle sags against the wall, turns his head to the side, and spits a red glut, extinguishing a dropped cigarette.
"You better get your man," he crows, inexplicably triumphant, entirely gratuitous. "He beat the shit out of me for no reason. I could press charges, you know. I could fuck his life up."
@thecryptsleepers
"Oh, shut the fuck up, Kyle! No one wants to hear your whiny ass!" Nick shoots back as if the response had always been primed in the chamber.
He focuses on Mathias. Big nervous hands searches for any sort of injury on his bandmate, hoping he really wasn't the one to throw the first punch. When he finds nothing, Nick leans in, carefully directing Mathias' gaze upwards. Immediately he freezes.
The once familiar blue eyes are wild and unfocused; pupils blown out, a spot of red spreading like spilled wine on white carpet. Something sharp feels like it's caught under the skin of Mathias cheek. Red drips out of one nostril slowly as if teasing the possibility of something more serious.
"Matt? Hey, say something? Please? Fuck! Someone call an ambulance!" Nick whips his head around as he gathers Mathias close. "What the fuck did you do to him?"
MIDNIGHT SUN BY ZARA LARSSON PROMPTS * assorted lyrics from the album, some slightly tweaked to suit a roleplay format and some lines taken from the girls trip version, adjust as necessary
i don't know what it is, but i want you.
tell me i look beautiful underneath the stars.
kiss me in the dark.
you're dying to have me.
you tell me. i'm open.
baby, let's get fucking crazy.
i like your playlist. turn it up a little louder.
summer isn't over yet.
there's no darkness when you can still feel the light.
tell me what you might do tonight.
it's my favorite part.
something about you gives me a vibe that i'm not getting from any of these guys.
my body's got other plans.
i wanna step into your world.
i like the way you do your hair.
i need to be with you.
everyone disappears right as i'm with you.
have you ever seen a pretty girl get ugly like this?
everybody's telling me to sit there and look pretty.
i'm feeling like i wanna cause some trouble in the city tonight.
boy, you better know your place.
i'm way too pretty to get ugly.
i'd rather take your card and go straight to the bank.
i can see you're terrified.
it's getting to me.
let's get this nasty shit off my chest.
there's been rumors i'm a good girl.
let's put that shit to rest.
there's room for everyone, but is there really?
talking to you gives me butterflies.
i wanna text you all the time.
it's innocent until we kiss.
baby, i'm crushed.
it will never be us.
don't act like you and me are not the same.
yes, hello? what's wrong?
wanna go on a date sometime?
tell me, how sexy am i?
how good is this life?
every night's an event.
kiss me. kiss me french.
show me something i won't forget.
i'll be your girl for two months.
let's make a mess.
everywhere we go, it's a main event.
i want it so much.
i'm still the same.
that's the thing with ambition. everything's a competition.
i wanna be loved.
i still crave your love.
i still want the recognition.
the more i experience, the more mysterious it gets.
it feels so good to know i don't know what i'm doing.
i'm about to jump.
i just wanna keep you on the phone.
feels like you're touching me with your voice.
anything to get you undressed.
talk to me. tell me what you wanna do to me.
dance for me.
you can show me everything.
i don't wanna hang up.
i wanna feel your body when you call me.
i wanna wear nothing. take it off me.
🎬 SLC Punk! (1998)
// I defs need more Nick threads, he's actually such a delight to write. My upbeat guy!
Continued Thread II @thecryptsleepers
The Wytch grinned in amusement, watching the other male fumble into action to accommodate his unexpected company by graciously making room on the bench. His cigarette smoke never came near Mylo, but the smell lingered -- it was no bother to him. Centuries of burning incense and candles tended to make him nose blind with strong aromas. "Sorry," he laughed, settling down on the bench with one leg under the other before dropping his backpack upon the ground. With how beautiful the weather was today, he decided to venture outside on his break and see what the world had to offer. "I tend to have a bad habit of sneaking up on people..." One part of being a Wytch was their ability to move around quietly, but it often had the unfortunate downside of startling people.
"...which doesn't help in a funeral home, does it?" Mylo huffed out another laugh, idly picking at the plastic lid edge of an iced mocha that was bought earlier. Ever since he tried one last year, it quickly became a firm favourite. "Oh, yeah! I started...two weeks ago? Only part time, though." He decided to leave out the part about waking up in their mortuary many months prior, giving poor Mathias the fright of his life. "So that probably explains why we keep missing each other," but they were here now, catching up on an overdue conversation. "I'm Mylo. You're...Nick -- the crem operator, right? Lovely to finally meet you. How long have you been working there for?"
Nick waves off Mylo's apology as he puts out the cigarette with the tread of his boot—no harm, no foul. It wouldn't have been too hard to spook him. He had been off in his own world, thinking of nothing, letting his eyes unfocus: 'offline mode' as the funeral home crew lovingly referred to it. It was the most relaxed he could be without spending a dime!
"Aw, don't worry, spooky stuff comes with the territory." He gives a light laugh, "It's not like I'm afraid of ghosts or anything."
Not that he's ever seen one. When he thinks about it, maybe he has, but had been too tired to clock it. Not out of the question, it's like his default setting is tired, no matter how hard he tries to push through it. He lifts his can of Monster to his lips and takes a swig, hoping that the energy drink will actually energize him rather than make his anxiety go faster.
"Oh, jeez... uh..." He rubs his chin at the question, his brain slowly churning through all the facts it's ever saved. "I want to say ten-ish years, give or take? I used to be a chef before this, so working the retorts wasn't the biggest jump. It's kinda like the same thing." (It's not, he's joking) "So that's probably why I haven't messed up yet. Or maybe I have, and I'm just too charming to sack— a personality hire if you will."
Nick takes another sip of his drink. If Mathias were around, he was sure he'd get a slap to the head and a good scolding. 'You're just a couple of ha-ha's in a meatsuit, aren't you?' He could hear it as clear as day.
"So, Mylo, what made you want to work at the fun house?" His affectionate short form term for Funeral Home. "You seem like a sweetheart compared to us dour folk! I'm glad we haven't chased you away already!"
// I just want to say that I love writing unrequited feelings lol so if I write one of my muses finding yours attractive or starting to catch emotions, it doesn't necessarily mean anything is going to come out of it other than quiet pining! Unless my writing partner wants something to come out of it, my muses are going to keep from ruining their friendships.
This punk band needs more messy threads lmao
beabadoobee by Guen Fiore, for DAZED 'The Spring 2026 Issue'
// *proudly uses my own code as the blog theme* Nice.
"You are 6 foot 5," says Alice, with the matter-of-fact authority of someone who has never been impressed by I'm just a girl/birthday boy/silly little guy as an excuse. And a surprisingly accurate height read, which is only possible because he's the rare person actually tall enough to make her think of herself as shorter. "That's taller than Superman. Your tears are probably anime-sized."
"Oh, like a Miyazaki film..." Nick nods gravely. "It was actually a really oddly specific problem back in culinary school. You should have seen me chopping onions in my first year."
It takes him a moment to process her previous comment, but when the fact makes it through his smile gets stupid and goofy. Taller than Superman? Damn. He'll have a big head about this for a few days. He will be annoying at work tomorrow.
"I wonder if he has to eat a crazy amount to keep his calories up. But I doubt that he'd get taken out by hunger? He's Superman. I mean, is that not covered under being invulnerable?"
// I keep listening to this bootleg quality audio I got of my band doing a mash-up of 'Just Like Heaven' by the Cure and 'Fade Into You' by Mazzy Star (bit of 'Luna' by the Smashing Pumpkins at the very end). Me geeking out under the cut lmao