The band Ghost is so fucking funny to me. Their frontman currently looks like this:
Or some version of a horny goth clown, but the guy underneath it has got the wettest saddest eyes I've ever seen. Just look at him:
This man admits to being very sensitive and cries at the drop of a hat.
He has a wife and kids.
He wears the costume because he doesn't like the way he looks on stage as a rockstar.
He treats the audience like his children. They're officially called the children of Ghost for that and also because of the play on "children of god."
The band literally fucks around on stage while riffing this badass music. They go through physical comedy skits every concert like the three stooges. For example:
Two demons throw guitar picks at each other when they get angy.
One guy grinds and licks the stage like a cat in heat.
One of them shakes their tits at goth clown man and scares him shitless.
One of them twirls goth clown man like a ballerina as he dances by them.
Several of them slap goth clown's ass when he waddles by.
He created the band to make people happy, to celebrate being a fucking weirdo because he always felt left out, and to make fun of Christianity because it makes people feel bad. He lost his older brother, and it tore him up so bad that the music he made as a result launched him into a worldwide music career.
This man ends every concert "ritual" with three things:
1. Be nice to each other
2. Help each other
3. Go fuck yourself
(Literally and figuratively)
Their music is 70% "fuck me I'm so horny", 10% "I love you so much" and 20% "ethereal badass metal".
Look at how much fun he's having, dude.
It's literally just a rock band filled with the nicest people on earth wearing costumes like a Shakespearean play. And all they do is make up funny little lore stories and serve cunt.
IVE GOT NO ONE BUT MYSELF TO BLAME IVE BETRAYED MY CORE PHILOSOPHIES, UNENDING REASON MUST BE MY TRUE NORTH, LEST I DROWN IN THIS SEA OF PAIN, IM SO DYSFUNCTIONAL WEAK AND EMOTIONAL FEELINGS I JUST CANT CONTAIN ESCAPING THIS MISERY OR BREAKING FREE NOT A POSSIBILITY
Hi there! if you plan on writing any Spock/reader in the future.... I will definitely read it. Thank you for contributing to the small fic pond I'm finding myself in lately. Also Ethan Peck..... RIGHT?!!??! *fans self*
The way I'm writing fics now is so weird but I *really* want to write more Ethan Peck Spock because there's not much of it. But yeah Peck is sooo fine like holy shit. I also planned on writing a second part to Like Crazy but I'm getting so bombarded with class work lol
IVE GOT NO ONE BUT MYSELF TO BLAME IVE BETRAYED MY CORE PHILOSOPHIES, UNENDING REASON MUST BE MY TRUE NORTH, LEST I DROWN IN THIS SEA OF PAIN, IM SO DYSFUNCTIONAL WEAK AND EMOTIONAL FEELINGS I JUST CANT CONTAIN ESCAPING THIS MISERY OR BREAKING FREE NOT A POSSIBILITY
Warnings: drinking, brief mentions of making out (so slight nsfw), angst, self-angst(?)
A/N: Hey!!! First of all, if you've read that one post about the reason why I stopped writing, I'm here to say everything is still OK between me and my fiance and we plan on getting married in October! Second, it's been a while, like I don't know how long, maybe 2 years? Maybe 3? How's it going! And third, my dad started watching Strange New Worlds and holy shit Ethan Peck is...woah...(in a good way..obv)
Another A/N: If yall see me posting a lot just message me and tell me to get back to my school work because I'm a master procrastinator.
You sit at the bar on the ship, watching as the people party and drink and you do too, well, you drink. You watch as Christine flirt with Spock for the umpteenth time tonight, he looks bored as he makes eye contact with you from across the room. Was he actually uninterested or did he just look like that? You take another shot.Ā
You see Spock walk up to you and you grimace softly. āToo much Christine?āĀ
āIndeed,ā he simply said. I try to sit up, but I sway softly. Was the ship unbalanced or were you drunk? You couldnāt even tell until Spockās hands steadied you. His face was blank, but his eyes were concerned. āYouāre intoxicated.āĀ
āIām not. Why do you care?āĀ
āYou are a valued member of this crew,ā he said, his voice deep like always and it sent shivers down your spine. This wasnāt even right. Spock shouldnāt be caught in the middle of whatever was going on. Between you and Christine pining after him, trying to win his affection. You swore that there was something there for you in his eyes. He always had a softer look, a softer voice, a softer touch. You donāt want this to end, but if you kept on being a coward then Christine would win him over first.Ā
āRight,ā you say with an eye roll.Ā
āI mean it, (Y/N),ā he whispered and the shiver returned again.Ā
~
You donāt remember when you made it into the science lab with Spock. Maybe it was adrenaline or maybe you were drunk, but those thoughts went away as Spock pressed you against the table.Ā
āDonāt wake me,ā you mumbled against his lips.Ā
āWhat was that?ā Spock asked while pulling away.Ā
You just shake your head. You were scared of that one wrong thing and youād wake up from this dream. Youād wake up and Spock would realize that you didnāt deserve any of this and he should be with someone like Christine and not some tough security officer. Someone who matches his intellect and can have conversations and requires logic and not force, but you could do that too. Whatās the difference between you and her anyway? You can be logical and intellectual too. You seem to be viewing yourself from outside of your body, like a reflection. You see yourself wrap your legs around his waist as he easily lifts you up on the table, making some of the glasses fall to the floor and shatter.Ā
Youāre afraid that everything will disappear. Maybe heās just here to help numb the pain, the pining. Maybe he made his choice and decided that he wanted you and not Christine, she was leaving for the Fellowship after all. Maybe this wasnāt a dream after all.Ā
You let him lean into you, placing kisses against your neck, one of his hands holding your thigh and the other resting on your lower back, holding you up, making sure you donāt touch any of the broken glass. Your hands go towards his uniform shirt, grasping it.
~
You wake up in your bed, the skin on your neck tingling softly from where you dreamed of the kisses and the bites. You take a minute to ground yourself, making sure that you are awake and aware, your fingers slowly touching the tingling skin.Ā
āAlone again,ā you hissed to yourself, wiping away tears, āwhatās the point?āĀ
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