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Ricky Giovinazzo in Combat Shock (1986) Dir. Buddy Giovinazzo
#combat shock#buddy giovinazzo#troma#horror#schlock#film#films#movie#movies#cinema#edit#action#war#frankie teardrop
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Thanks, I’ll look into these tonight or sometime this week
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I've got my spotify likes on random rn and it's fucking deranged, I need to listen to some more normal music or something, re-balance my humors
#going from Frankie Teardrop to Within by Neurosis to I Who Bends The Tall Grass to Sad Pony Guerilla Girl to the Suspiria soundrack is uh#well it's doing something subliminal probably. I've no proof of that but I can assume.#why do i like it when music sounds like a panic attack? what's that about?#what do normal people listen to? harry styles? what's harry styles up to these days is he still being vague about his sexuality?#hows hozier doing?#happy hamburger lady saturday#mouth words
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Just listened to nebraska cause its been a while anyway i just learned it was inspired by a terrifying 10 minute song of a guy killing and screaming. Bruce ily
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frankie teardrop is uhm really good (<- deranged)
#.tlktxt#certified fan of the band suicide (this isnt really true ive heard girl and frankie teardrop)#but really i should listen to the rest of this album cuz its cool as hell#the screaming is very frightening which. duh. but also also the. thumps. thats proabbly an instrument i dont know the name of#its like a fast heartbeat i cant help but get excited. nervous.#also i hope this guys voice is okay he does like a real big scream many times#also this dudes voice is moany as hell. loves whimpering this guy
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Writing in Barbie tm journal with pink glitter pen i have got to be the scariest person ever
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This is one of my favorite songs by Suicide. It’s a pick-me-up.
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#unlike frankie teardrop lol#suicide band#anway ur right alan vega...u do have to keep that flame burning. forever
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Hideaway
Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x Francisco "Catfish" Morales x female reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Threesome, unprotected PiV, anal fingering, oral (m receiving), a happy ending handjob (m/m)
Word Count: 1.1K
Summary: This luxury beach cabin had cost a lot. A lot. Santi had quietly gritted his teeth when told the price and had to pull a heftier-than-expected stack of stolen cash out of his bag. But it was worth it for a single night of hedonism before heading back home in the morning.
Notes: Santi's POV. Blatant PWP because right now, do I care why these three people are fucking? Nope! No use of "Y/N". Slighty canon divergent from the plot and ending of Triple Frontier. Not beta'ed so please excuse any tense shifts or other weirdness. Thank you to the magic slut coven for cheerleading @exquisiteserotonin @arcanefox207 @magpiepills 💜
This luxury beach cabin had cost a lot. A lot. Santi had quietly gritted his teeth when told the price and had to pull a heftier-than-expected stack of stolen cash out of his bag. But it was worth it for a single night of hedonism before heading back home in the morning. The cost guaranteed anonymity and discretion in this slice of tropical paradise, and nobody on staff had batted an eye when the three of you rolled up with a rack full of well-worn, heavy duffle bags and asked for their most secluded cabin with a private beach. You wouldn't be disturbed here.
After dinner and showers, the setting sun finds Santi relaxed in a chair as you hungrily feast on his cock while on all fours, your head rocking forward and back over his length in a sweet, unhurried rhythm as Frankie slowly fucks you from behind.
Santi watches the natural pink blush of your lips gradually turn red, swelling from the pressure as your mouth starts to work harder on his thick length, trying to take more of it in than you think you can. You're always so good to him. His good, perfect girl. He knows your limits and how to gently push you past them, but tonight he's letting you have whatever you want.
He feels your tongue map his cock: tongue tip gently tasting and probing the ridges, the middle stripe of your tongue travelling along every vein, your tastebuds taking in all the tiny ripples of his skin. Exploring as if it were both the first and last time you're doing this. Like this was a dream that you were convinced would evaporate in the morning.
Your long hair, still damp from the shower, splays softly over his thighs. The strands begin to tickle his over-sensitized skin so much with your rocking movement that he wraps the length of your hair around his hand, holding it against your head without pressing too hard, for once letting you set your own pace. If a skull was capable of melting, yours just did into his hand.
His fingertips lightly scratch your scalp as you take more of him into your talented mouth. He always loves how eager you are to taste him and that you do it because you genuinely love it, not just because he does.
A faint scent of coconut fills the room; Frankie has flipped the cap on a bottle of lube and is holding it high above your raised ass. Santi watches a single droplet form, a silvery sphere that clings to the mouth of the bottle. It finally falls, like a teardrop hitting your skin, and you cry out from a mixture of cool sensation and anticipation relieved.
A few more drops follow before Frankie rubs the viscous liquid around your ass, slowly pressing a finger inside and sliding back out, matching the rhythm with the thrusts of his cock in your cunt, and a feral moan rips from your throat as you come hard.
It vibrates and echoes around Santi's cock, and his head snaps back over the chair, his vision blurring, a loud groan bubbling up his own throat. It's too much. He's close.
He shifts his gaze down, wanting to catch Frankie's eyes. Needing them. Frankie's gaze is already fixed on him, maybe has been the whole time, maybe more interested in watching Santi respond and react than the lazy-but-still-quality fuck he's been giving you. This is uncharted territory; he's been feeling an unspoken, primal undercurrent of tension with Frankie for awhile. He felt it even before they left for this op, the last time you three fucked together, but it never had a name or a shape.
He thinks maybe now is the time to give it form. He lifts his free hand and beckons Frankie over.
You had needed a minute to come down from your high but your wet, hot mouth is finally back on Santi's cock, able to focus better on the task as Frankie gently pulls out of you and takes a few steps forward on his knees. Frankie's hard, thick length is begging to be touched and Santi curls his fist around it, giving it indelicate and rough strokes but Frankie doesn't care or maybe it's exactly what he needs, bracing himself with one hand around Santi's hip and the other on the back of your neck, guiding your head forward before running his fingers up to where Santi's are clutched in your hair, pressing and resting his there too.
Perfect, Santi whispers to himself. Or maybe he whined it out loud and the surf carried it away with his breath, panting heavily now and interspersed with his moans and Frankie's rumbling grunts.
With one hand twisted through your hair and Frankie's fingers, and the other wrapped around Frankie's length, Santi comes as hard as you did, thrusting with abandon into your eager mouth and filling your throat with his come, salty as the ocean just steps away from where he sits. He watches you wantonly slurp and swallow every drop, thinking this is exactly what and how he needs both of you from now on.
It's as if that thought teleports and spurs Frankie on. Frankie groans harsh and loud as he wraps his hand around Santi's for a joint final few strokes of his cock. He presses his forehead against Santi's and comes within seconds, the pressure and tension too much, spurting hot across Santi's stomach and chest and splashing their twined fingers in your hair.
Usually Santi would order you to lick him clean, but not tonight. He doesn't feel like giving orders. Or moving. The only thing he wants to do is stay forever in this comfortable chair, with your head in his lap as his fingers card through your hair and his forehead gently resting against Frankie's, all three of you sharing breaths as you come down from your highs.
A gentle knock on the door interrupts the atmosphere.
"Room service. No need to answer or open the door right now, I'll leave it here. The plates are heated and your food will stay hot for awhile. Your personal concierge is a phone call away if you need anything else. Have a lovely evening."
"How much did this place cost?" Frankie asks in a completely fucked-out voice, slowly getting up to grab towels and water. "This carpet is really soft."
"Too much. But I've decided we're staying for one more night," says Santi, fixing you and then Frankie with a heavy stare. "At least. Any complaints?"
None. There's a whole ocean for the three of you to explore from this hideaway.
#frankie morales x reader#santiago garcia x reader#francisco catfish morales#santiago pope garcia#triple frontier fanfic#pedro pascal character fanfiction#where's my sandwich#frankie morales x santiago garcia
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TCOAAL La Squadra AU Stands.
Stand Name: Teardrop Suicide.
User: Andrew Graves.
Stand Type: Close-Range, Materialized.
Appearance: Teardrop Suicide is bound to Andrew's cleaver, making the cleaver appear brand-new with a clean, shiny blade. The end of the hilt has a pink letter A written in tiny jewels.
Ability. Teardrop Suicide can cut through anything from a maximum distance of 10 metres (32 feet), as long as what or who he wants cut is in his line of sight and not over 10 metres away. To cut something, Andrew has to swing Teardrop Suicide in a downward motion.
Weakness: A full swing must be completed for the cut to happen. If Teardrop Suicide is knocked from Andrew's hand, he is defenceless.
Stand Stats:
Destructive Power: A.
Speed: A.
Range: C.
Stamina: A.
Precision: C.
Developmental Potential: A.
Namesake: Frankie Teardrop by Suicide.
Stand Name: Flesh 'N Blood.
User: Ashley Graves.
Stand Type: Close Range, Integrated, Artificial Non-Humanoid.
Appearance: Flesh 'N Blood is a Gun summoned into Ashley's hand. It resembles a regular gun, except it has metallic pipes that sink into Ashley's arm. It resembles the earlier form of the handgun from Videodrome. Flesh 'N Blood has a metallic green A on the handle.
Ability: Flesh 'N Blood creates bullets from Ashley's blood. Once the first bullet penetrates the body of Ashley's selected victim, if it doesn't kill them, it will allow the other blood bullets fired to track and follow the victim.
Weakness: Flesh 'N Blood uses Ashley's blood for the bullets but does not replenish any blood used, meaning Ashley has to use the blood bullets as little as possible.
Stand Stats:
Destructive Power: A.
Speed: A.
Range: B.
Stamina: C.
Precision: C.
Developmental Potential: C.
Namesake: Flesh 'N Blood by Oingo Boingo
#the coffin of andy and leyley#tcoaal#ashley graves#andrew graves#andrew x ashley#ashley x andrew#gravecest#coffincest#tcoaal la squadra au#fan stands#tcoaal stands
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url music game
Thanks @cleric4vampire for the tag <3
Tagging: @chodzacaparodia, @feral-cockroach and @oceaniche (no pressure as always, this just for fun)
Now, why would I do this to myself with url that long? To share music I like ofc <3. And why would I make this even harder by adding one artist - one song rule for myself? No idea.
W - Would've, Could've, Should've by Taylor Swift
I - I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski
T - Tangled Up by Caro Emerald
C - Can't take my eyes of you by Frankie Valli
H - Hand of Sorrow by Within Temptation
F - Fairytale by Alexander Rybak
R - Release me by Hooverphonic
O - Oh No! by MARINA
M - Met the God by Jann
Please listen to this one! It's from small polish artist and it's opening line is "Don't tell me about my sins, I've met the God and He said that it's alright"
A - Aijā by Sudden Lights
B - Burn Your Village by Kiki Rockwell
L - labour by Paris Paloma
O - Only Teardrops by Emmelie de Forest
C - Crucified by Army Of Lovers
K - Kalyna by Go_A
O - One More Light by Linking Park
F - Future Lover by Brunette
F - Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens
L - Last Theater by NoisyCell
A - Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths
T - Topielica by Leśne Licho
S - Somewhere Only We Know by Keane
#can you tell that I like eurovision?#there is more eurovision songs here than I thought there will be#also the last column is so funny to me#you have a list of 4 songs you can cry to and then there is Topielica in the middle (polish folk metal)#tag game
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Year-End Poll #26: 1975
[Image description: a collage of photos of the 10 musicians and musical groups featured in this poll. In order from left to right, top to bottom: Captain & Tennille, Glen Campbell, Elton John, Freddy Fender, Frankie Valli, Grand Funk Railroad, Earth Wind & Fire, David Bowie, Neil Sedaka, Eagles. End description]
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Another year where artists who will come to define this decade (and the next) are continuing to cement their place. In addition to Elton John's continuous presence on the charts, we're also seeing the Top Ten debut of Neil Sedaka (both as a performer and songwriter), David Bowie, Eagles, and Earth Wind and Fire. The latter is notable for a multitude of reasons, but their fusion of soul, funk, and eventually disco feels like what the decade has been building up to. That funk influence can also be heard in David Bowie's Fame, one of the earlier examples of funk rock featured in these polls.
#billboard music#billboard poll#1970s#1970s music#1975#captain and tennille#glen campbell#elton john#freddy fender#frankie valli#grand funk railroad#earth wind and fire#david bowie#neil sedaka#eagles#tumblr poll
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Комикс, нарисованный между работой над "Лунатиками" и ставший самым любимым. Очень грожусь им. Бодихоррор, бытовой ужас, абсурдный юмор, оммаж "Голове-ластику" и любимой песне Suicide - Frankie Teardrop - мешанина из всего, что мне нравится.
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my new years resolution is that im going to start dropping acid and listening to frankie teardrop by suicide every day until i become immune to fear
#(dont do this)#suicide mention#thats the name of the band but. well its also in the song so#among other things
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When tim downie said back in baby's arms by patsy cline and you can call me al by paul simon are gale songs. When samantha beart said the only time by nine inch nails and two tribes by frankie goes to hollywood are karlach songs. When neil newbon said teardrop by massive attack and aftermath by tricky are astarion songs. You understand?
#i appreciate the visions every single one. maybe got to be real IS an astarion song. he would know better than me#this is a reminder for me to up my playlist game when it comes to the main six. i only have three made and theyre all LACKING
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