David Lynch, Catching The Big Fish

so far Kells got Travis, Mod, Goody, Yungblud, Mark Hoppus from blink 182 and Escape The Fate's guitarist in studio I already know this album is gonna be fire

‘the dirt’ moments you can hear

what do you do when you’re born in the wrong time? you make it yours.

we weren’t a band, we were a gang. a gang of fucking idiots.

and mick mars. he’s an alien.

those are my pants?!!!!

- but they look so much better on me!

who’s the chick?

- which one?

later, creators! :)

fuckin hippie ain’t gonna make it

fuck you, you fucking teenager

i fucking loved those pants! :(

what the FUCK dude? that’s not what i showed you!

...that’s the fucking point

holy shit

sometimes it’s dysfunction junction over there, yaknow?

shitty name? 10 times out of 10, shitty band

would you get a load of this

blonde

haired

bitch?

tom zutaut, elektra records. how are ya?

BACK

OF THE LINE

are you fucking kidding me? our first show, and it was gonna go like this???

what the fuck do you think? ;)

a dude that looks like david lee roth with a vibe like fuckin bowie

you wanna know what life on the road was really like? for me every day went something like this!!

time to redecorate! :)

touch the chair and i’ll terminate you, drummer

...i see you’ve already met his girlfriend.

at least that’s what i told myself,

right before i shot up again.

come ‘ere and ‘ave a talk with yer uncle oz

seriously? who the FUCK are you?

“i wish i had a girlfriend.” “i know, mick. i know.”

there’s only room for one guitar player in this band, and that’s me. so why don’t you, uh, pack up your toys and go home

but i have

never

been through

what mötley crüe put me through.

it’s like a piggy bank in there!

what did you idiots do now?

life’s a sick joke. aha.

i fucking love america!

...Ow?

do you think the universe could make that happen? ;)

, and i think i love you.

blah de blah fucking blah.

goddamn, i love strippers.

🌈 it’s all good 🌈

you don’t fuckin know shit about walt disney

fuck you, and fuck your mother!

fuck all y’all

come on! have a bump with me ;)

who’s the chick singer?

dude, my girlfriend spent like $800 on these leather pants!

we’re gonna fucking die.

FUCK YEAH! MÖTLEY CRÜEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

mötley crüe did stupid things because they were mötley crüe.

Childhood Sweethearts

Tendou x fem!Reader | Ushijima x fem!Reader 

[ Headcanons ]

Request: Can I request being childhood sweet heart with Tendou and Ushijima — anonymous

a/n: this request gave me diabetes jskdhfskdf i love it so much i hope you’ll like this one as well! SEND ME REQS AND FEEDBACK!! :DDD

❀ look at him jUST LOOK AT HIM PLEASE

❀ HOW COULD ANYONE NOT LOVE THIS SWEET SWEET BABY

❀ he’s so precious pls take my heart, take my kidneys it’s all yours ;(

❀ of all the kids in your class, you’re the only one who didn’t shun him

“i really like your hair, satori-kun! such a pretty color!!” 

“…”

“they look so soft too!!”

“…”

❀ it took a while for tendou to accept that you sincerely wanted to be friends with him and since then you two were inseparable

❀ lots and lots of affection and praises for tendou!!

❀ it’s what he deserves!!! 😤 😤

❀ you would snap back at bullies while holding his hand

“you’re just mad because satori-kun blocks all of your spikes!”

“he’s waaaaay better than any of you”

“i bet you can’t even reach the top of his head, short-stacks!!”

❀ he would always glow with pride when you boast everything about him that you thought were cool

❀ afternoon naps at his house where you two would just build pillow forts and cuddle

❀ loves squishing your cheeks and giving you headpats

❀ probably married each other as kids 945 times

❀ when you both reached high school and went to shiratorizawa, his teammates would often be shocked at the both of you openly showing affection like it’s nothing

❀ esp when you would kiss his cheeks before practice >:3c

“uhh tendou-san what was that?”

“a good luck kiss. why do you ask?” >:3

❀ ahahaha congrats tendou, you’ve officially shattered all the juniors’ hopes and dreams of getting together with their precious Y/N senpai

❀ for optimum experience pls peep my being childhood friends with ushi hcs haha :’D

❀ since you grew up with each other, it was only natural for the both of you to be at each other’s beck and call

❀ ushi needs someone to toss for him? bet

❀ you need someone to come with you during errands? he’s there

❀ ushijima’s also very nonchalant to giving and receiving affection

❀ and this carried on until you two reached high school :D

“toshi kiss!”

he would kiss you on the forehead without hesitation

“toshi hold!”

he would grab your hand in a heartbeat

❀ vbc members would always be so perplexed and often question you what you did to their captain

❀ one time you brought yours and toshi’s dog with you during a weekend practice

❀ they were already done when you peeped through the gym doors, your puppy who’s already grown more than half your size barely containing it’s excitement

❀ when you both see ushijima, you and the dog would tackle him 

“Y/N-san is that your dog? so cute!”

“it’s our dog” ushi would reply

“w h a t” 

.

.

.

“YOU TWO HAVE A DOG TOGETHER?”

bonus:

“what do you mean you two sleep together?????” the whole shiratorizawa team hollered, once again pestering ushijima about his relationship with you.

“she would lay her head on my chest and throw her leg over my waist.”

“and???”

“we would sleep”

SKJFSKJDFS

some frames from the official video of

𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫𝒀 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬 💘💀

TICKETS TO MY DOWNFALL is the album name bitches

Backstage at the Palladium in Los Angeles - 22nd November 2019

my boys

42 for Illumi 💕

Prompt: “It’s okay to break.” - “I’m not going to break.”

Kintsugi:  The Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold or similar material, highlighting the cracks instead of disguising them

The bowl is beautiful, there was no denying it. After months of waiting, the finished product fits perfectly in your palms, slivers of gold coating the rim and cracked edges of the fine china glimmering brightly under the dim light of your bedroom, starkly contrasting the porcelain white hue and ornate floral designs. Its’s perfect, so perfect that you can almost forgive yourself for breaking it in the first place. You smile, pressing your lips against it, the coolness spreading across your skin.

It almost makes you wonder if you should show this to your…. “Husband” …..

Smile faltering, you pull the bowl away from your face, and stare at the clock ticking ominously above it. You haven’t seen him in a couple weeks, and none of the butlers would even deign you the slightest answer whenever you pepper them with questions. It’s probable they know as little as you do, however unlikely that situation is.

But you know your place. For all the glamourous marble columns and comforts of plush furniture surrounding you, the fact is that the whole setup was nothing more than an elaborate cage, set to separate you from the outside world and chain you down to whatever your owner desired.

You squash the feeling of resentment piling deep in your throat, unconsciously grasping your hand to prevent it from shaking so hard. There is no use in being angry, no point in submerging yourself in that all-consuming feeling of rage that never surmounted to anything more than additional hurt.

The heavy wooden doors to your room open with a loud swing. The lack of tell-tale padding sounds gives way that this could be none other than Illumi. It shuts with a simple click, and nothing happens.

You stop and turn, wondering why he was just standing there, and nearly drop the bowl. Illumi stands at the door, hollow, unmoving, dark substances pouring from the crevices on his face. It’s blood, you realize with a shock. It dribbles down his face sluggishly, pouring out from the angular cuts that cover his face, haphazardly made and extremely painful to look at. But the dark abyss that are his eyes scare you the most. It’s different. Even more so than usual. It’s strange how emptiness is felt, how everything sucked out of the room until you’re left with nothing but beating hearts and sweaty palms. He stays where he is, your breath catches in your throat, and the familiar creeps of fear and dread crawl over your skin, clambering all over your neck and oozing into your brain, you wonder if you’ll survive the night.

“What happened?” You ask before you can stop yourself.

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