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TAZ Lady Week, Day 6: Fluff !

Hurley and Sloane mackin it after some sweet-ass race. You bet those smoke clouds are from some battle wagons they blew up the fuck. You bet that’s a giant mounted crossbow on the back of that car. You bet there are crossbow bolt holes in their car. This is the most romantic thing I can think of, basically, please just let these girls be happy. 

So I got cancelled on, on my birthday.

Ok so that guy I keep saying Ima leave alone. I gave him one more chance. We were supposed to go out for my bday. He tells me he is gonna take me out to eat.

At the last minute after I’m dressed, makeup slaying, hair popping, nails done. (I’ll show pics in a reblog.) the uber pulling up….he tells me. “Well I only have time to fuck you.”

………….

EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF YOU!!!!!

You got me all the way fucked up!

Go fuck yourself!

This is my damn birthday! Where I made sure I looked poppin enough to be taken out and you want to fuck me….prolly in your car no less!

I told him (nicely). I wasn’t about to do that, he can go do what he needs to do. But yeah I’m for real done. I should have known, and I need to stop giving men more than one strike.

Anyway. 😒😒😒😒

Unfortunately Even at 22, while liven with my mom she doesn’t allow m to go out by myself. Especially at night because she thinks I’ll get kidnapped. 😭😭😭

anonymous asked:

I loved reading your reply about spaying and neutering in dogs. I was wondering if you could talk about the pros and cons for cats.

The age of desexing cats is not discussed as much because there is far less controversy compared to dogs. Cats are already very long lived and are prone to less variety of cancers compared to dog breeds.

The benefits of desexing female cats are:

  • Population control
  • Uterine infection prevention
  • Mammary cancer prevention
  • Prevents undesirable or distressing oestrus behaviour (eg screaming like they have a broken back)
  • Less attractive to tom cats (as in, neighborhood toms wont come to your house and piss on everything. Your cat will still be as lovely as she always was.)

The risks of desexing female cats are:

  • Weight gain.
  • Conditions associated with weight gain.

The benefits of desexing male cats are:

  • Less desire to roam (and be hit by car)
  • Less offensive smell
  • Less urine marking
  • Less likely to fight (and get associated FIV infection)

The risks of desexing male cats are:

  • Weight gain
  • Conditions associated with weight gain, including urinary blockage.

It used to be thought that desexing male cats to early would result in an underdeveloped penis and higher risk of urethral blockage. This hasn’t proved to be the case, and we have large numbers of cats in long term studies that have been desexed at the youngest possible age (1kg bodyweight, usually under 12 weeks) and the risk of urethral blockage correlated with weight gain and inactivity, not age of desexing. The same is true of UTIs and FLUTD in female cats.

Accidental pregnancy is a major concern in managing cat populations, even now. There are so many people who still simply don’t do it. It’s maddening.

So desex your cats. We still need a strong message going out to the public for population control, because there are always more kittens than there are homes every year.

Cats do not have the same risk factors in juvenile desexing that dogs might (size and breed dependent) so desexing at 6 months (or earlier, some go through puberty at 4 but from 8 weeks still seems to be no greater risk) is fine. Younger animals also tend to have shorter surgery time, and seem to recover quicker.

The delayed desexing of dogs post is here.

anonymous asked:

Neil and Andrew in the car, finding out that the breaks have been meddled with and they cannot stop the car or they'll end up dead so they jump. Idk who did that but maybe his dad's folks ? Thanks

Okay, I altered this prompt a little (doing research and all), but I think the main theme is here. And I was determined to make it short! Hopefully you still like it.

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Andrew revved the Maserati’s engine a little higher before he slipped it into fifth gear on the highway and caught the flash of Neil’s grin in the dim light of the car’s interior illumination and the gleam of his tousled auburn hair falling into his eyes in the occasional overhead lamps on the road. They were a couple of hours outside of Chicago on I-55, were driving for the hell of it and the chance to get away from the congestion of the city and to do something other than Exy, to hit the open road for a little while as they sat side by side in a quiet, peaceful contentment. The cats had enough food and water to last until they returned tomorrow, there was a full pack of cigarettes in the glove compartment and they knew the road well enough to plan stops for fuel and food at opportune moments.

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Design: Aston Martin Lagonda Photographed by Tomek Olszowski

Cult cars don’t come much less conventional than the Aston Martin Lagonda. Only 645 were ever made, and they’re like no other car before or since. 

The wedge-shaped body is the height of a Porsche 911 but over five meters long, with an outrageously space-age dashboard. In this shoot by photographer Tomek Olszowski, a touch of seventies noir accents the car’s angular forms, introducing it’s beauty to a new general of design and car lovers alike. 

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ammoth  asked:

Oh, "Unwanted Free Used Cyborg" sounds interesting! Wanna tell us a bit about it? c:

  • mike and chuck didn’t know each other
  • the cyborgening proceeded, much like it did in Override 0
  • news that the cyborg supersoldier endeavor had failed landed unfortunately close to the news that Mike Fucking Chilton had ditched Deluxe and ollied outie
  • Kane decided he was done with INCOMPETENT FUCKUPS and had the head scientist/main test subject aggressively reprogrammed and thrown out of Deluxe
  • literally thrown out, he fell a very long way and took some nasty surface damage when he landed in Motorcity
  • Result.

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“What A Ride” A. Andrews x Reader imagine

WARNING(S)  Okay I have only one thing to say… don’t drive and get’s fingered by your boyfriend at the same time! Reference of fingering. / not edited \

IMAGINE ABOUT: When you and your boi go on a interesting ride. 

Archie reached across the table and laced the fingers on our right hand together, igniting that familiar warmth. A half-smile bloomed on Achie’s lips as he glanced at my neck for a moment before he glanced at my neck for a moment before meeting my gaze. He did that a lot–stared at the hickey he gave me. And every time he did, this look would flash in his eyes just for a second, like he was overwhelmed with what it meant. 

“Have I ever told you just how much I like you?” 

My own lips tugged upwards. “Not nearly enogh.” 

He lifted our intertwined hands and pressed a kiss against my fingers, turning the flame that sizzled between us into a forest fire which burned pleasantly alond my veins. “I really, really like you, Y/N. Like, a lot.” 

“You’re not so bad yourself.” 

Archie chuckled, his dimple teasing me. “Your pride’s going tto end up killing you one day.” 

I stuck my tongue out in response. And then. “Are you finished your milkshake? Or do you want to sit here all day and discuss more of your deepest, darkest secrets? The lunch menu did look pretty tempting…” 

Every day this week we had gone out for either breakfast, lunch or dinner, but never two in one. Archie would stroll into whatever room or class I was in all casual, and tell me to get ready, or tell me we were leaving. It had become a thing. Having lunch here would definitely break some kind of rule, and I personally liked the little routine we had going. 

“Definitely finished.” 

After paying the bill, Archnie and I exited the dinner and climbed inside his car. It wasn’t until we were ten minutes into the ride, singing along to the radio that I noticed we weren’t taking the usual route home. 

“Where are we going?” I asked. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s not the line,” Archie replied, grinning. 

“Yeah, well, I’m free styling,” I dead-panned, turning down the radio. “And you’re deflecting.” 

He chuckled. “We’re going nowhere, babe.” 

Archie,” I groaned 

Y/N,” he mimicked 

“Come on, for all I know you could be taking me to a slaughterhouse where I finally meet my end.” 

The sound of Archie’s laughter filled the car. “A slaughterhouse? Seriously, where do you came up with this stuff? I’m going to start writting them down.” 

“Okay, so maybe I watch a lot of horror movies. Sue me.” 

“Yeah, don’t I know it.” 

Okay, and perhaps I had talked Archie into watching one or two horror movies with me, and it was very possible the he wasn’t the biggest fan of the genre. But in my defence, Veronica had forced Titanic on Betty and I three times in one week, and I fugured it was as good a way as any to replace the heartbreaking imagine of Leonardo DiCaprio sinking at the bottom of the ocea. 

There was totally enogh space on that door, contrary to Betty’s beliefs. 

“I take that a s no, then?” I said

Archie rolled his eyes. “You’re relentless. We relly are going nowhere, Y/N. I just feel like driving arond for a while.” 

“And why’s that?” I asked, not buying it. 

“Because I want you all to myself for a little longer before we have to go back home when privacy is a luxury the universe clearly doesn’t think we deserve.” 

Oh. 

A small smile toyed on the end of my mouth. “Okay,” I said, just like that. “You win. But if we’re just going to be driving around—” 

“No.” 

My mouth fell open at Archie’s abrupt interruption. “You don’t even know what I was going to say!” 

He rolled his eyes. “No, you can’t drive my car. Is that better?” 

So maybe I had asked Archie a few dozen times if he would let me drive, and maybe his answer was the same every time. And maybe I had stupidly told him about the incident with mymother’s car back in April. But I hadn’t sat behind the wheel of a car, much less driven one, since I’d got here. And with Riverdale territory, I was craving speed. 

Luckily for me, we reached a red light, so like the evil enchantress I was turning out to me, I leaned over and closer the gap between Archie and I. Resting one hand on his thigh, I whispered, “Please?” in his ear. 

Archie cleared his throat. “No.” 

Slowly, I dragged my fingers along the inside of his thigh, causing him o grip the steering wheel that little bit tighter. Then I pressed a kiss against the sensitive spot under his jaw, and when my tongue flicked out, tasting his warm skin, I knew I had him. 

Y/N.” 

“Mmm?” I hummed as I kissed along his neck, feeling his pulse vibrate against me. 

“You’re going to make me crash.” he said breathily, and I realised het the light must have turned green. When my tongue glided across his senstive spot again, Archie surrendered. “Fuck.Okay.” 

Just like that, I pulled away, settling back into my seat. “See, that wasn’t too hard, was it” I said, all casual, as if my pulse wasn’t fluttering out of control ass well. 

I was so going to Hell. 

Archie turned into an empty-one way street and pulled over on the side before pushing his seat as far as it was build to go, taking off his seatbelt and then taking off mine. 

“What are y—” 

Archie efforlessly lifted me from my seat, as if I was a feather, ignoring my surprised squeal. And then he placed me between his muscular thigs, my back pressed against him and his hands holding my waist. Luckily for him, his choice of transport today had been his spacious Range Rover, which had enogh room in the driver’s seat for us both, considering the fact that I was plastered all over him. 

I knew this was too good to be true. 

“Come on, you didn’t really think I was going to let you behind the wheel of my car all by yourself, did you, babe?” Archie said, his deep voice vibrating against me. I could feel his heart beating wildly, a sign that he was still flustered. 

I runed my head and glared at him, but his smut smirk only grew. “I’m not a child, Archie. This is ridiculous,” I huffed. 

“I prefer the term compromise.” And then “Well, what are you waiting for? I thought you wanted to drive.” 

“You’re such an ass.” 

Still, I turned on the ignition and started driving, realising that Archie had purposefully choosen a desolate area where there was only a plethora of trees on both sides of the street. I could go as fast or as slow as I desired, and there was no way we were going to get pulled over for our very illegal seating arrangment. 

I hadn’t really been paying much attention to the fact that I was sitting between Archie’s thigs with my ass and back pressed against him, or to the fact that his delicious scent was clinging to me, or even the fact that I could feel every breath he took. But when his hands moved from my waist to rest on top of my thighs, thanks to the mini denim skirt I was wearing, the realisation hit me like a ton of bricks and it became very hard to concentrate. 

Archie much have noticed my grip tighten on the steering wheel. “What’s wrong?” he asked,, all sweet and casual. 

Guess he was going to be joining me in Hell. 

“Nothing,” I answered, speeding up a little bit. Yes, I thought. This was good. Go faster. 

And then Archie spread my legs apart ever so slightly and pressed a soft kiss under my ear, and everything inside me liquified. Payback was a bitch. 

“What are you doing?” I asked breathily, thankful that there we no cars or pedistrains lurking around because this was deifnition of dangerous, times a thousand. 

Archie’s tongue and teeth glided sensationally across my neck, pausing only to kiss my hickey. “Concentrate on driving Y/N,” he said in a low voice, his fingers trailing like tiny snakes along my thigs, travelling higher and higher. Goosebumps scattered all over my skin. 

“I can’t,” I rasped, leaning further against his solid chest. When I did, I felt that Archie was just as turned on as I was, and I knew then that I was definitely going to wrap this car around a tree. 

“You can,” he whispered, continuing to rain kisess all over my neck and collarbone. When he pushed my skirt up, fingers brushing slowly–painfully fucking–slowly against my lace panties. I all but slammed my foot down on the brake. 

Concentrate on driving, my ass. 

Archie chuckled into my neck, the sound deep and husky, and doing my arousal absolutely no favours. “Park on the side of the street.” 

I had never been so happy to follow one of Archie Andrew’s orders. 

Once I had safely parked, Archie turned me around so that I was stradding him, my skirt now pushed all the way up to my hips. His lips immediately found mine in a surprisingly soft, slow kiss, turning my bones into honey. It was like Archie needed me to know that this was all him– that he was in complete control. 

With our lips fused, I tugged the bottom of Archie’s henley, wanting to feel his skin and muscles in all their glory. We broke away for only a moment as he pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it on the passenger seat. 

Thank God for tinted windows and empty streets. 

And the hell with giving a damn. 

My hands snaked across Archie’s chest–across his heart– over his broad shoulders and rested on his muscular back. When his hand went in between my legs and his fingertip instantly found the right spot, stroking slowly and gently, everything inside me imploded wonderfully. 

Archie..” I moaned his name like my favourite prayer, titling my head back in pleasure. 

“Look at me,” Archie said, his deep voice coated in desire. 

I did as told, meeting Archie’s beautiful eyes, and then I felt the urge to kiss the life out of him. His mouth curled upwards in a half-smirk and then his finger slipped inside me, causing me to cry out in euphoria. 

Oh, my God.” 

“That’s not my name,” Archie said and I cold hear the wolfish grin in his voice as his fingers continued to caress and explore, sending a series of tremors down my entire body. Then he slipped another finger inside me and my nails clawed at his back, cluthing on for a dear life whilst his touch incinerated me. 

“Open your eyes, love.” 

I menaged to shake my head in response, unable to do anything other than gasp and moan waiting agonisingly for my release. This was pure heaven. 

Archie used his other hand— the one that wasn’t totally destroying all my self-control– to gently pull my chin towards him so he could kiss me, and another tsunami of delight crashed oover me. “Please?” he asked softly, lips gazing mine. 

My eyes fluttered open but they were hooded and I was so damn close to my release, I could feel the anticipation spreading all through my limbs. My nerves crackled and sputtered like sparklers before electicity surged through every atom in my body. 

“You’re the prettiest fucking person I’ve ever seen,” Archie rasped, his expression one of awe and appreciation. 

And then he finally granted me my release, and I exploded like a supernova, inadvertently dragging my nails alond Archie’s spine and digging then into his lower back as I cried out in pure, unadulterated exstasy. My lungs felt positively destroyed and I was sure my ribcage was going to shatter and splinter my organs, the sensation was that intense. I was left panting and most likely sweating as I leaned my head against Archie’s shoulder. 

Holy fucking shit. Archie Andrews was a goddamn wizard. 

I felt Archie raise his hand to his mouth and I knew, without even looking, that he was licking his fingers tasting me. “Perfect,” he mumbled. Then he pressed a kiss into my hair and let his hands go under my t-shirt, resting his palms on my lower back. I wrapped my arms around his neck: sitting like this, it felt something close to home.

“Sorry about your back. Think I drew blood,” I mumbled into his warm skin, though I had a suspicion that he actually liked it when I clawed his back. 

I felt his laugh before I head it. “It’s okay. Sorry in advance about your sore throat,” he teased. It was his fault for being so damnn good with his hands/ 

I lifted my head from his shoulder to stick my tongue out but stopped short when I was the look of absolute, unwavering devotion in his eyes, and the lazy smile on his face. He was the picture of serenity. So, instead, I kissed his chest, then his collarbone, his neck and then his jaw, which I felt clench. 

“Y/N,” Archie said. “I really, really don’t want our first time to be in a car.” 

I smiled and pressed a final kiss against his cheek before looking at him. 

“That’s good,” I replied. Neither did I. 

“I’m not a saint, though.” 

This time I laughed. “No shit?” 

“You’re terrible,” Archie responded. “And I’m being serious. Any self-control I had left is hanging by a thread. 

“If I’m not mistaken, you were the one who hive me a nuclear orgasm. I was merely an innocent bystander.” 

Archie grinned, dimples and all. “Nuclear, huh?” 

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.” 

He chuckled. “Y/N Y/L/N, if I didn’t know you any better I’d say I just rocked your world. And it’s barely even midday.: 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Next time. I’ll do the honours.” 

Archie shook his head and looked up, like he was hoping the roof would open and then the sky would split in half and God would hand him some of that self-control he wanted to bad. “Our first time is not going to be in a car,” he told himself. 

I tried not to laugh. “You said that already,” 

“It’s not,” he insisted, and then groaned when I kissed the senstive spot under his jaw. Purgatory was completely out in the question for me. 

“What were you saying again?” 

And then In a flash, I was off Archie’s lap and sitting in the passenger seat, and he was wearing his henley again. I was laghing so hard whilst I put on my seatbelt. I thought I was going to run out of the little oxygen I had left in my lungs. 

“You,” Archie sad, out of breath, as he turned the car on, “Babe, are you sorceress.” 

“Pot. Kettle. Black.” 

“I didn’t remember you complaning.” 

This time I did stuck my tongue out. 

Archie just laughed. “Best breakfast ever.” 



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psycho 02 / taehyung

Originally posted by sunshine-yj

summary: ‘’you’re mine now baby girl’’

warning and a note: this story has some sexual harassment in it so if you are uncomfortable with reading this kind of story please stop right here, i understand this might be hurtful to some people but this is just my crazy imagination and I’m sorry if you have ever experienced anything like this and I also wish this doesn’t happen to anyone ever, i know that taehyung isn’t like this in real life this is just a story

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‘’scared of me?’’ taehyung hissed in your ear making you shiver all over your body. he had his hands still on you, getting more and more into you pressing you firmly against the door. with no where to run or to do anything you could just stay still and wait for it what’s to happen. taehyung didn’t seem like he’s going to let go of you that easily, it’s like he enjoyed whatever he was doing but out of unknown reason. and the most important question why and why you?

he moved his face down to your neck, feeling the hot heath of his breath on your skin made you nervous and most importantly scared. you could feel something wet on your skin and soon you noticed he was pressing his lips on your neck right where you’re sweet spot was. since you found him quite attractive it was very hard to fight back and refuse to make him stop what he was doing. but the feeling he was giving you, well you have never felt something like that. trying to move your neck out of his way didn’t work since he then put one of his hands on your neck turning it to his left side he then glided his tongue on your neck.

‘’stop please…’’ you finally managed to say while he just laughed into your neck doing it over and over again. what was even more surprising is that you didn’t cry, usually in a situation where a guy is doing something a girl fights back but you just stood there. maybe it was the alcohol or you just found him attractive, or should we say hot.

‘’taehyung…’’ you said but this time it wasn’t your normal way of saying it, it sounded like you moaned his name a bit. you instantly felt hot and you could feel blood rush all over your body. 

‘’yes baby girl? am i making you feel good’’ moving his face away from your neck he finally looks up at you with his eyes. those eyes that he gave you just minutes before he caught you in the bathroom. licking his lips he ran his thumb over your’s as he kept staring at them. each time he would touch you it gave you goosebumps but at the same time also some fear. 

realizing this is all so wrong you get a chance of pushing him back with full force as he landed on the ground hitting his head on the rim of the bathtub. quickly turning around and trying to get out, he was again too fast for you so this time he pressed his chest against your back while your head was against the door. 

‘’you trying to mess with me huh?’’ his hot breath was replaced with a cold one but it wasn’t his breath. it was something sharp almost cutting your skin. noticing how he pushed your head back a bit in the mirror you saw that he was holding a knife against your neck. a smaller one though that he pulled out of his pockets before slamming you against the door again.

‘’taehyung…please don’t..’’ fearing for yourself you started crying. tears kept coming and coming now finally you were scared for your own life. not knowing what he wants was even scarier and also with no chance to run you just waited until he would slit your throat.

he suddenly packs his knife back into his pocket turning you around just like he did before only to hold your face in his hands. he made you look up at him as his eyes were different. filled with sadness he ran both of his thumbs against your cheeks wiping the tears away.

‘’teaehyung let me go please why are you doing this to me?’’ you managed to say back but between sobs. who knows what time it was and if your friend is worried sick where you are. reality is she isn’t here and she cannot help you. you are on your own in this.

‘’shhh baby don’t cry…were going to go home okay? i’m so sorry i never wanted to make you cry it is all may fault’’ you noticed tears at the corner of his eyes but you just didn’t get it why in the world was he crying at all. you were the one in pain while he was enjoying whatever he was doing. 

you nodded at his comment and he opened the door holding you by the waist, almost digging his fingers into your skin making sure you won’t escape. as the two of you were passing by the crowds you noticed your friend was no where to be seen, as she might of went home or is looking for you. taehyung started leading you to his car opening the door and buckling you in. for sure you thought he was going to take you home, just in that moment you felt as he realized he was doing wrong things. calming your self down he started the car and you didn’t even care if he was drunk or not you just wanted to get home and go to sleep. forever forget about all of this.

but soon you saw that the two of you were getting further and further from the city. the shiny road was now replaced with a dark one, no light around except the one his car was giving. less and less houses were beside the road or if the houses were there they were all so bad looking. basically as if no one hasn’t lived there for years.

‘’taehyung where are you taking me? my house isn’t there..’’

he turned to you around with one hand on the wheel the other one placed now on your thigh, giving you a smirk he proceeded to say

‘’you’re not going anywhere, you’re mine now baby girl’’

BTS reaction to your band being kid-napped alongside them in AHL

Jin-

Being the oldest and most mature in the group he would most likely keep quiet when the kidnappers would yell at you, but as soon as you started crying he would be throwing the death glare at them. He wouldn’t act though because he doesn’t want you to get hurt by the kidnappers. He would comfort you slightly during the yelling by resting his hand on your thigh and give small squeezes. As soon as the kidnappers would leave he would envelop you in a large, loving hug, and began kissing you over and over on the top of your head and on your cheeks until you calmed down. He would carry you to your bunk and lay down with you until the morning because deep down he was worried too, but he wanted to stay strong for you.

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Namjoon-

Pissed beyond measure. This boy was already mad when the kidnappers took up everyone’s phones, and made everyone take of their shoes, but when you tried to grab onto Namjoon’s arm because you were scared and the kidnappers began to yell at you for not following their exact orders and you began bawling he snapped. “Dude! What the hell! Can’t you see that she’s scared enough as it is, stop yelling at her!” As he said this he would wrap an arm around your shoulders and have you bury your face on his side. He would look back up at the kidnappers with an annoyed look, and with that they left saying it was time for bed. After they left Namjoon continued to hold you saying that everything will be alright and rubbing your back until you fell asleep in his arms on the couch. At least he hoped it would be OK.

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Yoongi-

This boy puts up with no shit. When the kidnappers would yell at him he couldn’t give two shits, but as soon as the anger was directed towards you and you began to break down and cry he would instantly pull you into his lap and cradle you. The kidnappers would begin to yell at him once again but he couldn’t car less as he whispered in your ear that it was fine, and that you two would be OK. The kidnappers soon gave up on trying to yell at Yoongi because they saw that he really didn’t care about anything they were doing to him, so they left. Yoongi told one his the members you bring him 2 pillows and blankets so that he could lay down on the couch with you, so that he wouldn’t have to leave your side.

Originally posted by nnochu

Hoseok-

This poor boy. When everyone was brought into the room he was already tearing up at the fact that you, his queen, were having to be put through this. As the kidnappers sat you down Hoseok made sure to sit by you so at the very least he could comfort you with a hand on the small of your back. The kidnappers didn’t like this and began yelling at the two of you. This made Hoseok lose it, as you began bawling. He saw this and collected himself, as he pulled you closer to him and brought your head to his shoulder. This was only met with more yelling from the kidnappers part, but Hoseok kept himself collected and strong for you. As the kidnappers left Hoseok stood up still sniffling and brought you along with him to his bed, so that he could comfort you. Once you two laid down he snuggled up to you as you both began reassuring each other that every thing would be OK.

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

Jimin-

Jimin would be the silently but deadly one of the group. When the kidnappers were yelling at you and your group he would glance over at you only to see that you had began crying. He would look down at his lap, not being able to stand seeing you cry, but he wouldn’t be able to say anything. The most he could do was do something that would direct the kidnappers yelling at him instead of you. After telling everyone what to do the kidnappers left saying that they ad done enough for now. This would allow Jimin to crouch down in front of you and bring your face to meet his. He would look you in the eyes and promise that you’ll be OK, as he would pick you up and bring you to your bunk, tucking you in and crawling in bed next to you.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Taehyung-

This boy would be so confused, and panicked that he wouldn’t know what to do. As the yelling increased, and became directed at you, Taehyung tried his best to comfort you by allowing you to cuddle up next to him. This made the kidnappers yelling become directed at him, but this baby was so confused that he didn’t care. The kidnappers soon got bored with his non reaction, so the kidnappers left with very frustrated looks on their faces. Once they left Taehyung leaned back so that you could come even closer to him as he patted your back and gave you small kisses on the top of your head. Soon you fell asleep and Taehyung followed by laying his head on top of yours and drifted off to sleep.

Originally posted by toughchim

Jungkook-

Once you two were brought into the room you made sure you were sat by Jungkook so you could feel protected by him. The kidnappers began yelling at one of your members so you spoke up telling them to stop. This only caused them to direct the yelling at you and all you could do was cuddle close to Jungkook while he held you with his other arm. When you began to cry Jungkook pulled you until you were sitting behind him as he began to take the yelling. Once the kidnappers were done they left. This then allowed Jungkook to lay down and pull you on top of him, as he rubbed small circles on you back until both of you fell asleep. 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

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Enchoi Your Fridays: Car Wash Day

Have good Friday, everyone!~ Here’s some Choi boys for you:) 


  • It had been quite awhile since Saeyoung had washed all four of his cars
  • Usually it took him a span of a week, but he got an idea
  • He invited you over to help, since he thought it could be kind of fun
  • You thought so too and joined him in his garage
  • He started blasting some music and you two went to work
  • Sort of….he accidentally got a little soap on you, so you sprayed him with the hose
  • Then a war broke out
  • Once you two were soaked and soapy, you realized the cars weren’t even close to be being clean
  • You suggested maybe Saeran join you guys too since it would get done faster
  • Saeyoung returns into the house to ask
  • Saeran glares from his place on the couch, “Just sell the cars. They’ll be less to wash.”
  • “I’ll pay you five bucks.”
  • “Is that all I’m worth to you?”
  • “Six bucks….and ice cream.”
  • Saeran jumps up and changes into an old t-shirt
  • He tries to stay away you two because you two are jamming and being weird
  • So he keeps to himself and works on another car
  • While Saeyoung works on one of the interiors, you move over to help Saeran
  • You end up getting a blob of soap on him
  • You start apologizing, and he just brushes it off calmly
  • Once Saeyoung is done, he also comes over
  • A small bit of soap from his arm gets on Saeran’s shoulder
  • And Saeran goes ballistic on him
  • Saeyoung waits until he stops to say, “Why are you always so nice to MC?! She literally did the same thing.”
  • Saeran just crosses his arms, “MC is always nice to me.”
  • “I’m giving you six bucks and ice cream!”
  • Saeran gestures to the expensive cars, “This is coming from the guy who owns a hundred cars? You don’t even leave the house, you–”
  • You interrupts his colorful language by spraying them both with a hose
  • That was a mistake
  • The twins exchange glances before an evil glint flashes in their eyes
  • They slowly reach down for their buckets of soapy water and you make a dash for it
  • Saeyoung locks the door to every exit so you’re trapped with two twins bent on revenge
  • Never before had they teamed up before….and you realize now that it’s a good thing because they are terrifying when they work together
  • Still, you manage to avoid getting completely soaked…that is until you run into a button on the wall
  • It apparently set off the sprinklers and water comes showering from overhead, soaking all three of you at once
  • The three of you change into dry things and decide to get something to eat
  • Since the cars were soaked, you walk into town instead
  • You all were so tired by the time you came back, but it was worth it seeing those shiny cars
  • That is…until you agreed that they would dry quicker in the open air…
  • As soon as that first car rolled out of the garage, a bird pooped on it
  • Saeyoung’s cries could be heard for miles

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Something I Noticed

The first time Futaba comes to the Phantom Thief ‘hideout’ (snerk), Yusuke is the one who picks her up. But Yusuke doesn’t have a car. He can barely afford cup ramen, much less a car and the gas to run it. And taxis are also infamously expensive in Tokyo. Which means that Yusuke must have taken Futaba through the Yongen-Jaya to Shibuya train line. Now, Tokyo train lines are notorious for being cramped as fuck all. Ones in Shibuya are especially bad. Hell, you saw it in the game. You’re cramped up against a wall most of the time.

This is on 9/1. Futaba’s SL opens on 8/31. 

So….if I’m reading this right, before you can feasibly start diving into Futaba’s Social Link to become her ‘Key Item’, Yusuke safely and without issue transported Futaba through one of the most occupied portions of the city…and Futaba seems to have come out no worse for wear. 

Guys like damn. Yusuke just upstaged us hard. 

I’m not saying the Yutaba is real but the Yutaba is sooooo real

When it’s all over – Jeff Atkins x Reader

Summary: This one shot was inspired by two aspects: I saw the 7x16 chapter of The vampire diaries and I took inspiration from the last scene, (I won’t say spoilers just in case) and then, I was sitting in my bed listening to music when this song appeared, I listened carefully, more than once and I said “this is perfect for what I have in mind” and here it is. I must admit I was crying when I finished writing this one shot. I put my heart and the pain I felt when I saw the scene of Jeff’s death in the serie. I hope you like it.

I heard this song while I was writing.

Words: 3408

Reader’s point of view.

Enjoy it!


Your name: submit What is this?

“No more supplies”

One of the boys approached our circle. Our laughter was cut but happiness didn’t go away. Undoubtedly, Jessica had been excellent with the organization of this party, what a good way to start the new course. I was having a great time, I couldn’t stop laughing with Zach, Montgomery and Jeff; Great idea of ​​the latter to insist that i attend, right now i would be at home in the armchair watching knowing what series on Netflix, but certainly boring.

“That’s my sign,” my boyfriend said after taking a sip of his soda. “I’m the only one sober of you, it’s my turn, idiots.” They all laughed and raised their glasses in Jeff’s direction.

“I’m coming with you”

“Are you sure? I won’t be long”

“I go with you” I insisted with a smile “This way I make sure the provisions arrive complete.” He let out a laugh.

“Y/N Y/N!”

The boys started chanting to me, and my boyfriend shook his head; But soon they changed the name and now called Clay, to join our gathering outside of Jessica’s house. I had a lot better when the social circle was small, but I liked Clay. He wasn’t like the others.

Jeff was the only one who approached him to talk, while the others made sure to tell me what kind of beer they wanted, they made me feel like a alcohol dealer considering that none of us were legal age to drink, but what’s more, I wasn’t going to against the wishes attributed by a party and the adolescent hormones swarming in the air. I said goodbye to the boys and walked to where my friend and his best friend were.

“You drive?” I heard Clay say.

“It’s coca cola, my friend. Two beers two hours ago, I’m good”

I rested my arm on Jeff’s shoulder and nodded in agreement.

“It‘s true. He’s the most sober guy you’ll ever meet in the whole party.” Clay smiled and shrugged. I looked at my boyfriend. “I’ll wait for you in the car. Come with us, Clay”

I walked to where I knew his car. Of the two, tonight was he to be the driver, not that I drank too much, but if it got to the point of getting dizzy. Usually we took the time to take the other home safely after a party, it was a fair deal. I was grateful that this incredible party wasn’t my turn to drive. I leaned against the passenger’s door and looked at my fingernails while I waited, even in the distance, the music was still listening as if my ear was taped to one of the speakers, I was still surprised that the neighbors didn’t call the police yet, If they were going to do it, I’d wait outside while Jeff and I were out, didn’t intend to spend the rest of the night in the police station for having brought beers. I imagined myself returning to it with arms full of bottles, then my body against the hood of the patrol; I felt crazy when I started laughing at that idea.

A few minutes later I saw my boyfriend walk towards me. I got out of the car to meet him with a smile, I ran my hands down his neck and gave him a short kiss on the lips. I was almost sure that he wouldn’t come alone but I was wrong.

“And Clay?”

“He went home.” He shrugged before giving me another kiss.

“He’s a weird guy.” I chuckled.

“Yes but also a good guy.” He let go and I did the same reluctantly. I loved to always be close to him, to feel his body under my hands and to know that I wasn’t dreaming of having someone as great as Jeff Atkins “We better go, there are beginning to notice the alcohol drought”

I laughed and nodded. I watched as my boyfriend opened the door and went to his. When I turned to get up, I felt a pressure in the chest that made me fall back; I took a hand to this and I stayed still. My heart began to accelerate, my hands felt sweaty. Jeff stopped in front of his door.

“Are you okay?” He questioned me.

I shook my head.

“I have a bad feeling” I looked at my boyfriend “Maybe we shouldn’t go” I whispered.

“Everything is fine, Y/N, I’m really sober”

I shook my head. Why do I begin to feel restless? Why a bad feeling right now?

“That’s not why” I murmured feeling the anxiety hugging me from the ankles to my hair, I could feel it moving through my veins.  “Jeff, please, stay"

He circled his car again to stand in front of me and take me by the shoulders gently, he smiled at me and, although that sometimes calmed me, this time wasn’t the case. Even though I was still very restless, little by little I would begin to lack oxygen. I thought that staying here was a better idea and that was another, we would find someone sober, we could stay and keep laughing with the boys.

“Stay calm, my love. We’ll be back in ten minutes.” His hands went up to my cheeks. I looked into his eyes. “Would you rather stay?”

Stay alone? I looked at his car and shuddered. The point was that the two of us would stay here, safe from a presentiment that couldn’t know what it was.

“Maybe the store is already closed, we’re just going to waste time, Jeff.”

“You’re getting very pale, you better stay, I won’t be long”

Jeff gave me a kiss on the forehead and released me, when he did, I felt another pang in the chest. No, I couldn’t let him go alone. Without saying anything and even with the restlessness, I got into the car and put on my belt with mechanical movements. When he did the same, he looked at me worriedly, his frightened gaze returned, now i was worse after not convincing him to stay.

“I’ll slow down if you prefer. We’ll be fine, okay?”

My throat was dry so I just nodded.

To buy the supplies, I left him alone while I stayed in the car trying to calm down. We had arrived well, there were almost no people in the street and much less other cars, nothing could happen to us in that case, right? We were both going to make it to the party. We wouldn’t leave until the next morning, being able to drive in daylight would be best, even if I had to do it myself and break our agreement.

While I waited I made sure to look in the rearview mirror, every few minutes a single car passed, we would find almost none on our return. I took a deep breath, the restlessness wouldn’t leave, I would do it when I stepped on Jessica’s house, with an arm full of bottles and my free hand fixed on Jeff’s. I’m not going to let go of him at any time.

“Are you calmer?” His voice startled me as I opened my door and left the beers at my feet. I helped him adjust the bottles.

“Yes” I lied. I knew he was worried. He already had the worry of managing as slow as he could to not disturb me, now adding my status, it wasn’t appropriate that just now he was aware of how I was and/or my reactions “I think they are wanting to start killing for the lack of alcohol” I said a joke to ease the tension, especially in myself. Jeff smiled and nodded.

On the way back, my eyes fixed on the dashboard clock, we had been out for at least eleven minutes, mostly because of the slow speed my boyfriend was driving. I rolled my eyes to his profile, concentrated a hundred percent in the street, I had always liked to see him drive, never told him that he looked three times as handsome when he did. I smiled and ran my hand down the back of his neck. He smiled too.

“Can you increase the speed a bit?” I asked, so we would get there faster and my anxiety would fade.

“Are you sure?” Jeff raised his eyebrows and looked at me for a few seconds.

“Yeah” I nodded.

The speedometer went up a little more than it seemed crazy. After a while, he and I were talking about the start of the course and the requests we had sent to the university that afternoon. We both had the perfect plan this fall to attend it; our requests were sent together, to the same sites. Our plans together went beyond four years and to be honest, I could no longer see myself with anyone but him. I had never spoken of my feelings aloud, Jeff was content with what I showed him, for to express it in words was always a difficulty for me; But the love i felt for him was too much to believe. I never thought that a person could come to love someone so much the way I did with him. I would literally feel breathless if I went my way without his company. His way of being, his smile, his smell, his voice, his metaphors using baseball words, even his clutches of feet and the way I felt protected when he hugged me. I even loved the friendship he had with others, but especially with Clay Jensen, they were so different but they complemented each other in an astonishing way, as did the opposing poles. No doubt i could shout to the four winds that i was totally happy with him.

“We’re coming,” he announced.

I nodded and smiled. The anxiety and bad feeling left me slowly, now I could feel breathing more easily. The first thing we would do when arriving at the party, would be to join a game of drinking, I needed it urgently.

Then it was only a few seconds.

I removed my eyes from him and stared at his window. Lights became big in seconds … straight to us.

“Watch out!”

I shouted, before it was a deafening noise, pain, squeaks of tires and then … silence and darkness.

I complained. My body ached, my arms burned and my head stung. I tried to open my mouth to scream, to ask for help, for someone to take away anything that caused me such pain. My nostrils filled with the smell of smoke, I wrinkled my nose causing discomfort all over my face. I wanted to move but there was a force that pressed against the seat. If I opened my eyes, which scene would I find? Everything outside of me seemed to be in an apparent calm, except for the frightful scent I perceived.

“Y/N!”

His voice. The faint sound of his voice alerted me. I opened my eyes quickly, in front of me was the broken windshield. I lowered my eyes to my arms, wanting to discover the ardor in them: small pieces of glass were embedded in my skin, I tried to ignore the blood that emanated from these before I got worse. Then I looked at Jeff. All of it was blood, even on his face, his eyes were muffled, his chest slowly rising every time he inhaled. He looked at me apologetically, in fear … I shook my head but let out a gasp. There was nothing to apprehend my body, it was simply the pain that had been inflicted upon me after the impact. Through the window I saw the other car, but I couldn’t distinguish the driver, my vision began to blur. Even breathing was beginning to burn. I didn’t want to close my eyes, if these would be my last seconds I wouldn’t go on wasting it on details that would no longer be worth it, so I looked at Jeff, though I didn’t want to see him that way one last time. I refused even to blink. What good would it do? I began to lose the senses of my body and little by little the consciousness was leaving me, the corners of my vision began to darken … I could feel it, as I gradually faded into absolute nothingness.

“No” Jeff whispered again. I savored his voice and even the effort he made to raise his hand and reach mine “No … don’t … let …you… go” He asked me.

“It hurts a lot” I murmured and made a face, why continue to endure so much pain?

“I should … I should have listen … to you” I felt a slight squeeze.

I couldn’t anymore and I started to cry. I wanted to let go but at the same time fight a little more. We would both come out of this, if I surrendered, he would, I couldn’t imagine a life without him, he didn’t have to die, not tonight, not so soon, our lives were just beginning. I nodded. I wasn’t going to leave this world.

Jeff smiled, but that gesture barely lasted for a second. He grimaced, in a way that distorted his face. I clutched at his hand as I began to feel his grip loosen and not at will.

“Jeff” I sat, still with all the pain in the world and I squeezed his hand between mine “No … don’t give up” I wanted to absorb his pain, that everything would happen to me, even if I ended up dead, I didn’t care but he didn’t have to die. Not him. He deserves to be happy “Don’t close your eyes” I screamed as he began to lower his eyelids “Look at me, Jeff, we’ll be fine. Don’t give up”

He smiled at me.

“Forgive me.” I shook my head.

“Please. Don’t leave me.” I begged as I brought his hand to my lips. He couldn’t leave me in this miserable world alone. I couldn’t go on without him.

“I love you, Y/N”

“My love…”

Then he turned his face to the window. I was a spectator of the last time his chest went up and then went down so that it wouldn’t rise again. I screamed with all my might as I pounced on him. I punched him in the face as I called his name, begged him to wake up, begged him to come back to me … or to take me. Finally the pain made me fall back into my seat, I would wait here for my death, I would have to go somehow, I had to feel the unconsciousness again, but, as a punishment, that didn’t happen, I felt more alive than ever. He was gone without me.

“Jeff … hold on … Jeff … hold on!”

I didn’t realize that someone had come to meet us until I turned and I spotted Clay Jensen trying desperately to open my boyfriend’s door. I sobbed and his eyes fixed on mine, maybe he didn’t think i was alive.

“Resist, Y/N, I’m going to call the ambulance”

I shook my head, I didn’t want to wait for anyone, I didn’t want anyone to save me. I only wanted to die right now.

I closed my eyes.

Where had i ended? How had i gotten here? I looked at my arms, without any mark or stain of blood. My clothes, a short white dress covered me, perfectly white, as if it had just been put in a shop window. I looked up, the illumination from wherever I was, was too much to almost blind me. Did this mean that i was dead? How long did i take me to get here? I walked forward, on my feet, I felt like stepped on grass, even if i couldn’t see it. I kept walking, I felt an atmosphere of peace surround me, there was no danger, there was no pain and much less misfortunes. I was very comfortable here. I never thought about the “What will there be after death?” Did I end up in paradise? What a pleasant place!

But I wasn’t alone and I realized when a figure came out of nowhere. The first thing I noticed was his white clothes, with a light brown vest, then his face and the smile he received me. My heart shrank as I ran to him, straight into the heat and the protection I always found in his arms. But this time, the touch was cold and there was no protection in them, in fact, I could hardly feel it. I looked at him frightened, we were dead … but together … I didn’t let him leave me.

Jeff took my face and smiled at me the way he always did. I couldn’t return the gesture. This was a place of peace but I no longer felt it, what more did I want? I was dead but next to Jeff.

“You’ll be fine” he told me.

“Where are we?” I refused to look away from him.

“You, in a hospital bed” He looked down for a few seconds “Doctors say you’ll get fine … but you need to wake up, babe”

I shook my head off his grasp, but quickly my hands gripped his. I wasn’t going to let him go.

“Am I not dead?”

He shook his head and smiled. For the first time i hated his smile. I cringed and started to cry, no, I wasn’t going to wake up.

“And you?” I said through tears.

“I have to go, I didn’t say goodbye properly” I tightened his hands.

“Don’t. Please, don’t leave me” I raised my hands up his arms, he was cold, too, barely and I could feel it and that mortified me “I can’t go on without you”

“You have to do it, Y/N, you have to live for both”

“I can‘t” I knelt in front of him without letting go, I had no strength “You have to take me with you, I won’t wake up, Jeff”

“Your parents are having a bad time, my love.” He rose to me and stroked my cheek.

“Why did you leave me? Why?”

“I wasn’t as strong as you. I love you, always remember it, and I leave in peace knowing that you are alive”

“I don’t want to live!”

We stood up. He kissed me on the forehead and went away until I extended my arms, I couldn’t more and ended up letting him go.

“Please” I pleaded as I watched him disappear into a white haze.

When I opened my eyes, I saw everything blurred for a few minutes until my vision cleared and I ran into the lights of the hospital room I was in. The sounds began to come to me, the sound of an infernal machine that was possibly connected to my heartbeat, I hated that sound so much. And the burning in my nose was due to the oxygen they were infringing on, I hated it too. And to all those who came to save me.

“My dear” I heard Mom’s voice and turned my face slowly toward her. Her face was emaciated, I wondered how long I’d been unconscious, but I didn’t need to know anyway. “We were very worried”

I didn’t answer and I looked at Dad.

“We love you, little one” He stroked my hair but I didn’t even flinch. I couldn’t feel anything, at least not emotionally. “I’m going to get a nurse.” He touched Mom’s shoulders and left the room.

“You’re going to get well, my love.” Now it was her that touched me.

I no longer wanted to be well. I didn’t want to go any further. I had seen the love of my life die. I hated me. I hated being here.

“Is Jeff …?”

I still wanted to believe that it was a nightmare and that he was in another room being attended to, that his heart was still beating, that his condition was serious but would improve. He still breathing. That soon we would be together again and in the autumn we would leave here to start a new life.

“I’m sorry, baby”

I looked again at the ceiling for a few seconds, the infernal machine made an even more annoying sound, my heartbeat had accelerated. Mom was alarmed, she called me, but I was already lost and I burst into tears.

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The Arrangement: Part 4

Title:  The Arrangement: Part 4

Summary:  He’s a mechanic. She’s a lonely woman with more money than she knows what to do with. Fate brings them together and sparks fly. But only for six weeks. That’s the arrangement.

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Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count:  1729

Warnings: explicit language, angst

Author’s Notes:  This is part four of a multi-part series. Shifts between multiple points of view.

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Meanwhile in Mexico

Rock n’ Roll, the musical style and movement that birthed modern music. Born in the USA in the early 1950s with roots in African Music, Blues and Gospel, and destined to forever change the way we listen to music. Rock n Roll arrived like a storm changing everything on its path, the music of youth and rebellion, with icons like Chuck Berry, Elvis Presley and Buddy Holly amongst others. It inspired an entire generation to create their own music and to evolve the genre into endless possibilities forever changing the way we create and listen to music… But what about other countries? Ever wondered how has Rock n’ Roll affected different places on earth?

Since its beginnings, Rock n Roll has never been popular with authority, and in Mexico it was no different. Rock n Roll has always been an expression of freedom and rebellion which to the government was nothing more than an all-out assault on tradition and morality, a violation of the ideological foundations of a country that has always been highly catholic with little to no separation between church and state. Rock n Roll was an explosion of youth expression a very strong contrast with the generations that came before that moment, and with it came new fashion, miniskirts and tight jeans, colorful shirts and long hair…it was definitely not something the government of Mexico was prepared to allow and it soon begun to link this new movement to immorality, depravity and even satanism.

Rock n Roll became public enemy number one and since the government owned and controlled all media, the president at the time Miguel Aleman Valdez and the Regent Uruchurtu launched a nationwide campaign to eradicate this new movement of Rock n Roll that was a danger to society. Places called “Cafe Cantante” which were dedicated to playing Rock and Roll became illegal and closed down. Most shops and restaurants adopted policies that would not allow long hair or immoral clothes in their premises…imagine the town of Footloose but as an entire country.

For the next decade, Mexico was under authoritarian rule. Young people were expected to submit and obey without question, any expression of rebellion as small as it was could be seen as a threat to the state and would be silenced, this included freedom of speech and any dispute against the ruling powers. The government begun to forbid gatherings of young people justifying this act as a threat to national security.

In 1971 during the boom of psychedelic rock in USA and England, Mexico was still behind, with two decades of prohibition of Rock n Roll the youth was restless. Two young impresarios decided to organize a car race in the town of Avandaro and figured it would be a nice moment to promote some healthy concert featuring Rock n Roll. Well the word spread like fire through Mexico about this event. A nation thirsty for Rock n Roll couldn’t care less about car races but they traveled long and wide to attend this Rock festival that would later be known as Mexican Woodstock. An estimate of 500,000 people showed up to the festival…the music starts and people loose it. Decades of oppression go up in smoke in a couple songs, people dance and have the times of their lives…some sets into the concert and people start chanting “tenemos el poder” (we’ve got the power) The government was not cool with that.

When the festival ended, the government took to the media again to satanize the festival, all headlines read SEX, DRUGS, RIOTS, FRENZY, WILDNESS! And from that moment the Rock prohibition comes back stronger than the first time around. Radio and Television were forbidden to broadcast the music, it became illegal to listen to Rock n Roll or dress like a Rocker, police were allowed to detain, arrest and eventually brutalize any “rockers” they found on the streets, being a rocker was outlawed and you could go to jail…or worse. It was a complete blackout for Rock n Roll in the entire country.

But like anytime anything becomes illegal…it will find a way to thrive, and in Mexico that came in the way of “Hoyos Fonqui” (Funky Holes) Illegal places where people would gather to play and listen to Rock. These places were often somebody’s garage or an abandoned house, some construction site, a warehouse or literally any damn place where you could hide from authority to get your music on. Unlawful places where anyone could go and some even profited from this by selling beer in plastic bags or any substance you could think of. Oftentimes even bent cops would assist these concerts selling whatever they had confiscated earlier or charging for the concert as if they owned the place. Every once and then the real police would raid these places arresting hundreds of people at once.

It took 15 years for Rock n Roll to become accepted into Mexican society. In 1986 a publicity campaign called “Rock en tu Idioma” (Rock in your language) begun to promote Rock and Roll in Mexico for the first time. A great number of Mexican rock bands begun to surge…only thirty years after the rest of the world had lived through this movement.

To date there is a delay in modern musical styles in Mexico as several stages and sub-genres of Rock never had the time to thrive in the country where the music was prohibited for so long.

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