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[trash-sandwich]

Yes, I wrote 50,000 60,000 70,000 words of (mostly) Mike/Roddy RPS. It started as a fun flex and then it started writing itself. The mic drop was unintentional. This project remains potentially ongoing. The word count remains unintentional. I’ve been writing fic (including band RPF) for more than thirty years. Most of this was banged out without any sense of beta other than to ask if something is too much… Most of it is.

Part One: How to Destroy Angels

Part Deux: Working Title: Reverse Cowgirl

Superstar mutual @captainstarsplitter has started some gorgeous illustrations (part 1 | part 2), which is an incredibly gracious undertaking.

Asks are open. I might take prompts selectively. If you’re writing too, I’m cheering for you!

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

What happens if they tie again?? Jike and Courtney I mean

They go up against Trent as a threesome :)

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Wait. It’s already complicated by the fact that Courtney was involved with Roddy and Roddy was friends with Kurt and Roddy and Mike were possibly involved (I will die on this ridiculous hill), but introducing Trent is a mindfuck considering that Trent was Courtney’s unwise rebound while grieving Kurt. And 90s Trent was the only one to hold a candle to Mike’s 90s pervert powerbottom degradation cocktease antics. This leaves Jonny out in the cold. His guitar will keep him warm.

[babybungle]

mike patton having a great time being tormented on stage

(faith no more with soundgarden - brooklyn 1990 x)

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Curated pre-Gruncharov content evidence for @the-90s-music-colosseum

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If all of this is at Kurt and Courtney's house. I can see Kurt not wanting to get out of the bedroom at first...

(I smoked and my idea escalated... I have no clue what this is. I was the anon who talked about wanting fanfic about it all at first so shoutout to @that1bvbfan for the BBQ idea and everyone else sending in ideas. I don't write fanfiction and I do not want anyone to expect anything in the following. I tried to incorporate a lot of what all of you said including some breaking bad references. English is not my first language, it's like 2am and juat smoked be kind to me)

After a while Mike wonders about Kurt's absence. He asks Courtney about it. Drink in hand Courtney dissappears for a while and returns with her husband. Whatever happened behind the closed bedroom door remains a mystery to their guests. However they were content with keeping it that way; especially with both Kurt and Courtney seemingly in high spirits.

The couple quickly makes themselves comfortable on their patio furniture. While the two loved hosting, neither Kurt nor Courtney were known for their cooking skills. With some even fearing for their lives whenever Courtney entered a kitchen*; it usually was up to the other group members to provide food. Not that this was a big issue though. Especially Jonny loved to cook at any given event. His journey into the culinary world started with beverages. Last summer him and Mike build a little brewery in their garage; leading to a newfound passion in the younger Greenwood brother. Much to Mike's dismay, Jonny did not end up brewing any beer. Rather than anything alcoholic at all, he started brewing his own gingerale called Grünwaldbräu.

Even at this very BBQ Jonny stands by the grill flipping patties and sipping his own ice cold Grünwaldbräu. As Jonny takes another sip, he can't help but wonder how he ended up in a place like this. His new group of friends being made up of the most enticing group of junkies anyone could ever imagine. Mike and Courtney were always jokingly referring to each other as sisters, even long before he ever came into the picture. Courtney was even in Mike's band for a short while. Being friends with Courtney must leads to intresting people in your life. The proof of it was right in front of him on a patio. Just when Jonny got lost in the smoke coming from the patties his thoughts got ripped out of his mind when he heard a familiar laughter. It was Layne's.

Layne came into Jonny's life about 9 months ago the same way a lot of weird things in his life did. His older brother Colin. It's just that usually these things didn't have blonde dreadlocks and a goatee. Colin met Layne at a show and the two talked on the phone every night for the next few weeks. "I fell in love with every beautiful and grotesque word", that's what Colin likes to say. Jonny had to chuckle when he flipped a patty as the blonde singer asked "who the fuck orders a pizza to a BBQ? No for real there is like a pizza delivery dude at the front door. Dude looks like a rat. That's some Ninja Turtle stuff right there!" Ahh yes... The most beautiful words "pizza delivery dude at the front door".

Slowly someone raised their hand. With a sheepish grin Kurt explained...

"Didn't know if I'd ever come down you know?"

"Well except for the pizza!", Layne laughs. As the two were high-fiving Jonny couldn't help but notice how close the two blue eyed men were...

"Hey Mike... how do Kurt and Layne know each other again..?"

*(during the recording of in utero Courtney visited Kurt in the studio. She wanted to cook a roast. The band unplugged the oven ans acted as if it was broken

hoooooly crap

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Coming out of the semi-dead tumblr woodwork to say that I am 1000% for this crystal (Kristal?) crack shit…

[weimarweekly]

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And the wardrobe change. Pretty sure this suit is WilliWear. It looks like it might be linen or raw cotton or raw silk. I remembered it being ikat, but it’s because of the textile construction. The jacket is beautifully made. The stripe on the lapels appears to be symmetrical. The patch pockets are on a bias but are not pattern matched to each other (small cost savings). It appears to be fully lined (but it would be as menswear). It’s just a fairly basic late 80s/early 90s casual sack suit, only in a wild textile choice. It fits super well and the proportions really work, even over a tshirt, which makes Mike look taller than he is. (Tagging @exsqueezememacaroni for sartorial reasons.)

[perfectisaskinnedknee]

[perfectisaskinnedknee]

[exsqueezememacaroni]

Ok everyone - let's gather around the fire and share our favorite "Mike's delicious neck" pics.... should I start or should someone else?? (c'mon, I know you've got at least one stashed somewhere in a special folder? right?) Reblog to this post, or just tag me in your own, whatevs!

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His neck was long, but thick and corded. His sparse stubble ended at his jaw, under his chin. His throat was soft, the skin smooth and fine.

His neck gave me fits, and it didn’t help when he pushed his hair to one side, sliding a hand through from temple to nape in an unconscious gesture that was almost sexy.

How to Destroy Angels

[exsqueezememacaroni]

this - this right here.

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[exsqueezememacaroni]

Ok everyone - let's gather around the fire and share our favorite "Mike's delicious neck" pics.... should I start or should someone else?? (c'mon, I know you've got at least one stashed somewhere in a special folder? right?) Reblog to this post, or just tag me in your own, whatevs!

[trash-sandwich]

His neck was long, but thick and corded. His sparse stubble ended at his jaw, under his chin. His throat was soft, the skin smooth and fine.

His neck gave me fits, and it didn’t help when he pushed his hair to one side, sliding a hand through from temple to nape in an unconscious gesture that was almost sexy.

How to Destroy Angels

[perfectisaskinnedknee]

Just a little edit I made...

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I figured where today is the Anniversary of Angel Dust it would be the perfect day to reblog this gem. It’s a snippet I grabbed from the Faith No More Warfield Gig 08/19/1992 😘🥵

[trash-sandwich]

Yes, I wrote 50,000 60,000 70,000 words of (mostly) Mike/Roddy RPS. It started as a fun flex and then it started writing itself. The mic drop was unintentional. This project remains potentially ongoing. The word count remains unintentional. I’ve been writing fic (including band RPF) for more than thirty years. Most of this was banged out without any sense of beta other than to ask if something is too much… Most of it is.

Part One: How to Destroy Angels

Part Deux: Working Title: Reverse Cowgirl

Superstar mutual @captainstarsplitter has started some gorgeous illustrations (part 1 | part 2), which is an incredibly gracious undertaking.

Asks are open. I might take prompts selectively. If you’re writing too, I’m cheering for you!

[trash-sandwich]

Ongoing MP fantasies. Never forget this fucking filth.

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Because another 5,000 words of (mostly) Mike/Roddy RPS was totally how you expected to close out your weekend. The last of stuff from the boneyard. 

Part One: How to Destroy Angels

Part Deux: Working Title: Reverse Cowgirl

[dirtymikepattonconfessions]

tho often he has sought, like thiccarus, to fly too high

,,, and far too lonely than he THOT

[perfectisaskinnedknee]

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Fantasy: Record store baby Mike encountering the vocals on these records and trying to get there. Even if he was mocking them. I do not think that this is out of the question. It’s also not at all out of the question that a college town record store would have had these releases depending on how aggressive their regional Warner rep was.

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