This Music Video Got Me Cryingggg😭 Why They Eat That Up Tho

No cause this is why I hate old balding bitches they got the most problems other than hair growth oil

Me and twin this summer

how.. 70s STONER NATE listens to music

Nate has a vintage record player that he found at a garage sale and somehow fixed (with a little duct tape and good vibes).

He’s all about listening to albums start to finish—he insists that skipping tracks ruins the experience.

His favorite activity is lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, and letting the music “carry him away.”

Nate’s Record Collection

Top Shelf Favorites:

Pink Floyd – The Dark Side of the Moon (his prized possession)

Miles Davis – Kind of Blue (always the go-to for chill sessions)

John Coltrane – A Love Supreme (he calls it “life-changing”)

Led Zeppelin – IV

The Grateful Dead – American Beauty

Hidden Gems:

Sun Ra – Cosmic Tones for Mental Therapy (he insists it’s “out of this world, literally”)

Herbie Hancock – Head Hunters

Charles Mingus – The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady

Steely Dan – Aja (he calls it “funky brain fuel”)

Obscure Finds from Record Store Digs:

Captain Beefheart – Trout Mask Replica (he doesn’t fully “get it” but pretends he does because it’s cool)

King Crimson – In the Court of the Crimson King

Mahavishnu Orchestra – Inner Mounting Flame (he got into it because it “sounds like jazz on acid”)

Occasional Guilty Pleasure:

Bob Marley and the Wailers – Legend (he breaks it out for summer bonfires and insists it’s a vibe every time).

this boy knows music.

<3

@issysh3ll

too GIRLY

70s teenage dirtbag hamzah and reader

Hamzah had never seen a room like this before. It was pink, not overwhelmingly so, but in a way that felt intentional, soft yet loud, like her. The walls were lined with posters, some of musicians he knew, others of actors from old movies he hadn’t gotten around to watching. Trinkets and jewelry littered her vanity, bracelets stacked like small, colorful towers, rings scattered like forgotten treasures. Everything had a place, even in its slight messiness, and it smelled like her, warm, sweet, something floral but grounded.

He sat on the edge of her bed, hands pressing into the plush comforter, looking around like he was stepping into a world he wasn’t sure he belonged in. He wasn’t used to softness like this. His own room was plain, bare except for his boxing gear, a few records, and his camera sitting on the dresser. But hers? It was a reflection of her, vibrant, lived-in, a place that didn’t just exist but felt.

“You like it?” she asked, standing near the vanity, watching him take it all in.

He scoffed, running a hand through his bleach buzz. “It’s… a lot.” Then, softer, “It suits you.”

She grinned, walking over and plopping down next to him, the bed dipping under her weight. “You mean it’s too girly for you?”

Hamzah smirked, leaning back on his hands. “Nah. I think I like it.” His gaze flickered to the pink ruffly pillows, the delicate lace curtain fluttering from the open window. He turned back to her. “It’s nice.”

And it was. Not just the room. The feeling of being there, of sitting close, of knowing this was a space she felt safe in, and that, somehow, he’d been allowed into it too.

The late afternoon sunlight slanted through the blinds of her bedroom, painting soft golden stripes across her walls, her floor, the tangled sheets beneath them. Hamzah wasn’t sure how they got here, sprawled on her bed, bodies pressed together, warmth curling between them like the scent of her perfume. It was always the same, something light and sweet, like vanilla and flowers, something that made his head feel foggy whenever he got too close.

His hands trembled slightly, but not out of fear. It was something else. Something deep in his chest that clawed at his ribs, telling him that this, whatever this was, was just as thrilling as it was terrifying.

She lay beneath him, half-laughing, half-breathless, pink lips parted just enough to make him want to kiss her again. He did. It was soft at first, hesitant, searching, but then her fingers tangled in the back of his bleach-blonde buzz, and suddenly, he was kissing her like she was the only thing keeping him breathing.

Somewhere between the way she sighed against his mouth and the way his hands skimmed the warm skin beneath her shirt, that nervousness melted. Not completely. Not all at once. But enough. Enough for him to help her out of it, leaving her in that ruffled pink bra he swore was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. It had a tiny bow in the middle, delicate lace tracing the edges, the kind of thing he never thought much about until now, until her.

His fingers ghosted along her waist, and she shivered. He swallowed, feeling like his heart was somewhere between his throat and his stomach. “You okay?” His voice was quieter than usual, like he was scared of breaking whatever fragile thing was holding this moment together.

She nodded, looking at him with something warm, something trusting, something that made him feel like maybe he could do this, maybe they could figure it out together. He kissed her again, slower this time, letting the world outside her bedroom slip away, letting himself get lost in the feeling of her, the way she fit against him, the way she made him forget everything except her.

They weren’t in a rush. There was nowhere to be, nothing to prove, just hands exploring, lips meeting, skin against skin, and the quiet thrill of knowing they had all the time in the world.

@issysh3ll

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love ur blog so much teenage dirtbag hamzah is my absolute favvv 🥲

I literally love you tysm. I’m writing smth for him rn I just got a request 🎀

Their favorite songs/music taste in THE 70s

hamzah

“Superstition” by Stevie Wonder.

Hamzah doesn’t just listen to music, he feels it. The second that funky bassline kicks in, his whole body is moving. He loves the groove, the smoothness, the effortless cool that Stevie brings. He likes songs that make you want to dance, and this one is impossible to sit still to. It’s his go-to when he’s trying to lighten the mood or shake off a bad day.

music taste- cool, smooth, and effortlessly charismatic

Hamzah listens to music that feels as smooth as he is. He gravitates toward soulful R&B, funk, and anything with a groove that makes people want to move. His taste is sensual and confident, with a hint of playfulness. He’s got a deep appreciation for songs that make people feel good, whether it’s slow and sultry or upbeat and funky.

martin

“Dream On” by Aerosmith.

He’s drawn to the drama of it, the slow, moody beginning, the way it builds into something massive and emotional. The first time he heard Steven Tyler scream that final “dream on,” he got goosebumps. He likes songs that make you feel something deep, like you’re on the verge of something big, even if you don’t know what it is.

music taste- the life of the party with a weird charm

Martin thrives on high-energy rock anthems that get people hyped. He loves songs with dramatic builds, fast-paced guitar riffs, and anything that makes him feel like he’s in a high-stakes movie scene. He’s the guy who’s always down to turn the volume up, dance around, and belt out lyrics at the top of his lungs. His music taste is a mix of theatrical, rebellious, and just plain fun, something that matches his extra, infectious personality.

mandy

“I Feel Love” by Donna Summer.

This song is hypnotic, shimmering, and effortlessly cool, just like Mandy. The pulsating synths and dreamy vocals make her feel like she’s floating under neon lights, lost in the music and the moment. It’s the kind of song that plays in her head when she walks into a room, making everything around her seem a little more cinematic. Whether she’s dancing in a club or just getting lost in a daydream, this song makes her feel like she’s living in the future while everyone else is stuck in the past.

music taste- ethereal, effortlessly cool, and always ahead of the curve

Mandy listens to music that feels like the future, glittering synths, hypnotic beats, and anything that makes her feel like she’s floating in another dimension. She has an ear for trends before they happen and a love for music that’s both sensual and surreal. Her playlist is filled with funky disco, spacey electronic beats, and sultry vocals that make everything feel more glamorous.

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I lost my brown mascara I’m gonna kms

Og fine shyt

I meeean.. u came on here. You don’t like it and you’re still here. You’re not their close friend they don’t know u so don’t act like you know what they’re comfortable with. They’ve seen tumblr they know what’s on it I’m sure they would’ve made it clear not to do ts but they haven’t meaning they don’t actually gaf. And ur lying if ur saying these niggas aren’t lazy. No one made them go on tour and if you read the rules they had set for tour AFTER ppl paid for it then yk that shits a money grab ur slow if u think otherwise. They aren’t children. And the way they talk like they got an attitude doesn’t help their case it’s just annoying especially because they make content most of their fanbase don’t even like.

breaking my silence.

I am TIRED of hearing ppl say that the triplets are lazy. That’s fucking stupid of yall to say, they are trying so hard. Not to mention they have tour, which they mentioned was more expensive, there is more to do and it’s farther away then The lets trip tour and versus tour. Ppl are also pissed they aren’t going over seas. It’s definitely not their fault. Ik this isn’t gonna be seen by many others but I’m still stating my opinion. I feel so bad for them, yall need to cut them some slack. The video that was posted on a Saturday wasn’t bc they were lazy and just didn’t want to post, they have a life outside of posting and everyone needs to understand that, I get it, some people weren’t happy but it needs to be let go of. Also, not to mention how DISGUSTING people are?? I came on tumblr bc of my mate, turns out this is a disgusting place where ppl sexualize them. Calling them sluts and making sexual fanfics is not something they are comfortable with. They mentioned it in so many videos. Nick had to censor his pants in one video, isn’t that a clear sign they know ppl think that way about them? It’s just gross imo. It honestly scares me knowing ppl who sexualize them are going on tour, i would be grossed out too if I were them. Even though I am hypersexual, I wouldnt publicly announce that I sexualized them if I did. I think it’s just embarrassing for the ppl who do that. They don’t have a chance with them no matter what