but chris was good too!!!

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Magic for Rock Stars: Chris Motionless with Dee Christopher

anonymous asked:

Wait does Sebastian smoke?

i’ve seen gifs. his smoked for some of his character’s roles. but i saw a gif of him smoking out of character as well. he might just do it when he drinks. he might do it bc he wants to.

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i fucking love chris thile

I’m so excited for what I’m painting Brian for that “holiday” that he refuses to acknowledge. You know the one.

I really want to post it now, but it’s not finished and he might stop in before Sunday.

I have to remember to pack my supplies so that I can finish it at Chris’ this Friday/Saturday. 

It’s too good.

until-chris asked:

( ˘ ³˘)♥

Send me a ( ˘ ³˘)♥ for my muses reaction to your muse randomly kissing them

At first, Jake is gob-smacked. Fish-mouthing for a good few seconds–and Chris looks a little apprehensive, too, now, maybe thinking he fucked up, even with fingers digging into Jake’s arms (not on purpose, but there’s tension in the air now, and both are on the edge of freaking out)–then Jake splutters into giggles, burying his head in his hands.

“Ohhhh my Godddd, you coulda just said, Chris.” Still all giggly and not meeting his eye. But warm and giddy and bubbly in the stomach.

“I could go for another.”

zzztTRIP

the man chris was feeling too good he couldnt wait to get out of those tight briefs. Kaa tells him to sssstrip out of them. “yessir” said Chris as the musk and flour manstank aired out of the dirty cloth. The jungle heat and hypnosis were too much for the speedos to handle, one more burst of excitement and they would have ripped anyway

/loldont even know http://dlvr.it/KQGgtS

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Too good.

cverbite asked:

✄ For mine to accidentally break a glass and get yours cut.

baby don’t hurt me don’t hurt me no more | accepting ;


it’s not the first time chris wonders, halfway into a shared bottle
of jeremiah cragg, whether this is a good idea.


as a general rule, he knows booze and meds tend not to mix well. he
doesn’t know the ins and outs of how much is too much. most of all,
josh is a good actor – a great one, and chris has always been all
too ready to take the excuse. all in good fun. no need to be the
wet blanket, here. he’s gonna be fine, right?


it’s obvious that his best friend isn’t feeling well now, slumped
over the kitchen counter and eyes staring unfocused into the middle
distance. the feeling creeps up on his muddled mind that maybe, just
maybe, he’s been too dismissive about the issue, after all. that’s
why, for once, he levels josh with the most discerning look he can
muster ( which is not very. )



     “ i think… you’ve probably had enough, dude. “


josh, while loopy, seems genuinely interested in what chris has
to say – or that’s what it looks like before he lifts the glass
to his mouth once more. chris is far from sober, himself, and
what was supposed to be gently prying the drink from josh’s
fingers results in a drunken struggle, a slur of ‘come on‘s
and ‘no, man‘s, a back and forth of arguments and grappling hands – 


something gives, and a particularly spirited tug sends the tumbler
smashing against the edge of the table. chris’ reflexes, while poor
at best, kick in now, of all times – of course they would. only to
a drunk would this seem reasonable – gotta save the broken glass from
dropping to the floor.


    “ shit –! “


his hand clenches around one of the larger shards – it clatters to
the floor when chris yanks his arm back and, with a sharp hiss,
inspects the gash running across the ball of his hand. the bourbon
that spilled across his palm and seeped into his jeans stings like hell.


well, at least josh has finally let go. that’s something, he thinks,
irritation souring his mood. he’s not proud of himself for the pain-
induced thought of ‘ i guess that’s what you get for worrying ‘
that flits across his mind.