People are pissed that Warped isn’t featuring any of the usual main stage bands this year, but I’m actually kind of stoked? This is one of the most eclectic and heavy lineups I’ve seen in a while and I’ve heard some of the side stage bands are actually pretty banging. Change is good guys.
“Alright fellas and Molly, but I promised me mum that’d I help her put soup on the barbie!” Richie said, climbing off rock he was lounging on. He slyly unlocked his intertwined fingers with Eddie.
“What the hell voice is that supposed to be?” Eddie asked with an amused smirk.
“Yeah was it supposed to be British or Australian?” Mike asked.
“Ahh would ye lads and lady like to know!” Richie said, giving a little dance and tipping an imaginary hat.
“I don’t think you even know.” Stan quipped, earning tounge out from Richie.
“Whatever I’ll see you guys later.” Richie said, leaning down to peck Eddie on the corner of his mouth.
Eddie froze as did his heart in his chest. Richie pulled away, his blown up eyes somehow even bigger. The two boys looked over to see the rest of the Losers staring at them in shock. That’s when Richie let out a big guffaw.
“I just… I love you guys so much!” Richie exclaimed, jumping around and pecking his fellow friends on the cheek. “You know after all the shit we’ve been through… everyday’s a blessing! What does the bible say, no offense Stan, love thy neighbor and some shit?” Richie finished kissing them and stood there slightly out of breath.
The Losers looked at him in confusion except Eddie who just shook his head.
“Uh well see ya guys!” Richie said before running off.
Eddie tried to hide his blushing cheeks and laid back down. He could feel the rest of them staring at him, but hoped and prayed they wouldn’t look into it.
“D-d-does Richie really t-t-think we’re that d-dumb?” Bill said before they all burst out into laughter. Eddie groaned loudly, covering his face.
Each morning you awake
Examine your locked metal gate
That binds up your heart
Within the cemented rock wall.
You walk away to go about your day
Feeling incomplete yet stand tall.
Your smile tells no part
Of tears you believe are your fate
And search to fill the ache
Making this list (mostly for my forgetful ass) in hopes that this will help people in their culinary side of the adventure, and as a way to help keep track of what to use in certain recipes. If there is any recipe that I missed, please let me know so I can add it. WARNING: This list is going to be HELLA fucking long.
Veggies & Fruit;
Apple Pie: Apple, Goat Goat Butter, Cane Sugar, Tabantha Wheat.
When I’m dying with this everlasting flu (yes I am sick again for the one hundred time) and my sister (who is ten years younger than me) comes in with her homemade soup, just one of the reason why she rocks!. When caring runs in the family, it grows the tree. 🌷🍵 –
England's Newest Hitmakers:
hey guise!!1!1 let's form a band even though we're super broke! it's totally fine, Keith can steal food for us!!
if you drop acid and use a sitar... you're automatically the Beatles!1! we are all huge fans of holographic shiny things and our setup for the album cover is homemade!! we told Brian to come dressed as normal for this shoot! haha #Sgt.ppr's4lyfe!1!1!
Let it Bleed:
varying degrees of hillbilly and stuff that's actually cool. Brian is usually too stoned to cooperate.
Andy Warhol!!1!1 How to be cool 101!! no that is not Mick's crotch and ass. :))):):):)
Exile on Main Street:
ok guys, we gotta be cool and badass now which is exactly why we're gonna have Keith write Happy. more hillbilly stuff, Keith's backing vocals are 3x higher than Mick's vocals.
Goats Head Soup:
No Inflatable Penis On Stage Pls. "Star Star" (what?).
It's Only Rock n' Roll:
average Stones but of course Mick Taylor decides to steal my soul with Time Waits For No One
Mick can't keep up with all 19387382 women he's juggling. Petrol Blues is just 1:35 of Mick ranting in some kind of accent that actually isn't his.
Mick's pissed about some other girl. pretty good. Dance Pt. 1 is just mostly yelling but Keith's whistle tho.
Heaven is very soothing to listen to and so is Waiting For a Friend...tits and ass, dead men cumming?¿
Blue and Lonesome:
WELL GOSH GOLLY NEW STUFF. old men have a gr8 time and Mick kills me with his harmonica and then reincarnates me with his harmonica and then proceeds to kill me again. Ronnie's instagram post of his twins holding the LP also kills me.
It’s been three months, and you’re still struggling with how to balance six different dishes on your arms without tripping and spilling. Also, you’d really appreciate it if customers gave a bigger tip. Or stopped taking out a bunch of napkins from the dispensers and then leaving a stack of unused ones behind.
Seriously, if people aren’t going to use them all, why do they always take out a gazillion of them?
Trees are being killed for the sake of unused napkins? What a bunch of forest murderers.
“Excuse me, waitress!”
Sighing, you quickly turn your frown into a tight smile and waltz over to the customer’s table. “Yes, are you ready to order?”
Under other circumstances, you would be ogling this boy because oh man, he is probably one of the most handsome male specimens whom you had the pleasure of laying your eyes on. Granted, the six other boys sitting with him are extremely nice to look at as well, but he is just the embodiment of Adonis.
1. Merry Frickin’ Christmas - Frickin’ A 2. Oi! to the World (original) - The Vandals 3. Oi! to the World (cover) - No Doubt 4. I Won’t Be Home For Christmas - blink-182 5. Yule Shoot Your Eye Out - Fall Out Boy 6. Happy Holidays You Bastard - blink-182 7. What’s This? - Fall Out Boy 8. Kidnap the Sandy Claws - Korn 9. Making Christmas - Rise Against 10. All I Want For Christmas Is You - Bowling for Soup 11. Merry Flippin’ Christmas - Bowling for Soup 12. Things I Want - Sum 41 and Tenacious D 13. Unwritten Christmas - Sum 41 BONUS: This is Halloween - Marilyn Manson (because honestly, it’s from a Christmas movie and who can ever get enough Halloween anyway?)
A/N: DPR NEEDS MORE RECOGNITION AND LOVE. STAN MY CHILDREN.
“ Still can’t reach her dude? ” Scott asked before looking around, hoping to see your face somewhere.
Christian shakes his head, “ She’s not answering my text or calls. She actually stopped replying to me ever since our third day in Peru. "
” Come on man, lemme take you home. It’s getting late. “ Scott recommends.
” Maybe she’s lost—"
“ And maybe she’s at home. Look, Y/n has been to this airport as much as we have. She can even find us blindfolded here, I doubt she’s lost. ” he sighs before he’s pulling Christian away. He was worried.
You usually were here to greet him at the airport, no matter how ridiculous the time was. You’ve never ’ ignored ’ his calls and texts, that only ever happens when the two of you are arguing. You had stopped replying back to him on his third day in Peru and Christian was there for 11 days; That’s 8 days of constant worrying. You didn’t even give him an explanation, you just–stopped. He was more worried that Amber couldn’t get a hold of you and although she was in L.A, you’d never ignore your best friend. " Dude stop messing with your phone, it’s hurting my eyes, “ Scott scowls before blindly trying to reach for Christian’s device. ” She’s probably asleep— look you’re gonna be home in like three minutes, just relax. “
When the car pulls up to your apartment, he’s out the door even before the car pulls to a complete stop. ” Yah don’t forget your lugg— “ Scott stops midway when he notices Christian already has his backpack on. He shakes his head as he watches him fiddle with his keys, ” What a hopeless romantic. “ he chuckles before driving away.
It takes him five minutes just to find the right key for the damn keyhole; his heart is hammering against his chest as he hears Lori barking from the other side. When he’s finally able to get the door open, he’s met with an overly excited Lori; jumping on him and wagging her tail so hard she can start flying. ” I’ve missed you too baby! “ he coos as he’s picking her up and showering her in kisses. ” Now, where’s your mother? “ At the word mom, Lori’s jumping down and scurrying off and Christians joining her before throwing his luggage and shoes off.
He sees the light illuminating from the bedroom and it only gets brighter when Lori nudges her way into the crack of the door. When he reaches the room he finds you on the floor asleep with Lori nudging her way underneath your arm.
There’s books and papers surrounding your body, empty bottles of water, and empty mugs that was once filled with your favorite caffeinated substance.
At first Christian was enjoying the view, seeing you so beautifully and effortlessly displayed on the floor with only his shirt and the pair of fuzzy socks he had bought you from his trip from L.A.
But then his mind starts to wonder how long you’ve been studying, if you ever stepped foot out of this house, and if you ever had any solid food within the past couple of days. He skims through the papers and books that were opened to see what in the world was so important to you that you’d shut off your phone.
” Oh ~ “ he whispers. You were studying for finals. He lets out a soft chuckle before he’s tip toeing around your ’ mess ’ and moving some around so he can settle down next to you.
He moves the strands of hair that block your face before he caresses your cheek. You let out a small groan, trying to nuzzle your face into the warmth.
You’re opening your eyes, rubbing the back of your hand against them. ” Christian? “
” I was wondering why my girlfriend wasn’t at the airport to greet me.“ you begin to sit up, continuing to rub the sleep from your system. ” I thought you were coming home on the 7th? “
” Love, it is the 7th. “
” No it’s not, “ you deny as you reach for your phone. ” It’s the—oh fuck, babe I’m so sorry! “ You sigh as you run your hand down your face, the countless text and missed call notifications that greeted you.
” I’m so sorry, I-I got caught up with work and then I had to study but then Lori tore up the magazines— “
” Y/n, Y/n it’s okay. “ He grabs a hold of your hands and entwining his fingers with yours ” I’m just really happy to be home, I’ve missed you so much. “
” I’ll make it up to you. “ you sigh, guilt still eating you on the inside even though he’s reassured you. At the mention of the offer, he’s raising an eyebrow.
” Oh and how’re you going to do that? “ he’s pulling you closer to him until you’re on his lap, legs on either side of his, and ’ your ’ shirt rising along with his hands that are going up to your waist. Your arms wrap around his shoulder, hands tangling through his hair, as you lean down and connect your lips together. He sighs into the kiss, ” God, I’ve missed this. “ and he’s deepening the kiss, hand against the back of your head whilst the other is roaming your body.
You’re running your hands underneath his t-shirt as he’s tugging at the waistband of your underwear.
” I was thinking about making you breakfast. “ you manage to say as you break away from the kiss for air.
” That sounds lovely but you sound lovelier. “ he’s lifting you off the floor before laying you down on the bed and settling in between your legs, reconnecting his lips with yours.
The kiss starts off passionate but turns heated and needy within a blink of an eye. Pulling away because it’s leaving you breathless, but Christian doesn’t stop there and begins trailing kisses down the nape of your neck.
You crane your neck to the right to look at the time; 5:45 am and that’s when you her the grumble. Both you and Christian freeze, eyes connecting with one another.
He lets out a shy smile before trying to continue but you place a hand on his chest. ” When was the last time you ate? “
” Not too long ago,“ he murmurs before he’s attaching his lips back onto you and his stomach grumbles again. ” And when was ‘not too long ago?’ “ you snicker managing to push him into a sitting position whilst he lets out a groan.
” I don’t know maybe yesterday, or before I got on the plane— Love I haven’t seen you in forever. “ he whines.
You giggle, hands coming up to his cheeks giving him a quick peck before heading to the kitchen. ” what do you feel like having? “ you ask, opening the fridge only to set a self reminder that you need to go grocery shopping.
” you. “ he says as he’s wrapping his arms around you and leaves kisses on your shoulder.
” Christian, I’m being serious—"
“ And I am too. ”
You’re letting out sigh, reaching over and gently patting his cheek. “ Eggs and bacon it is. "
” No ~ “ he whines again. ” That’s what I had most of the time I was there. I want soup— make me *Sundubu jjigae! “ he begins rocking you back and forth, making you laugh.
” You’re going to have to wait, I need to go grocery shopping— “ he interrupts you as he spins you around, lifting you up before throwing you over his shoulder. He ignores your whines as he places you back onto the bed.