A Tragedy With Tits

By Me:

B-Sides

Alt POVs and other snippets requested on tumblr.

General popstar!au tag

If you go back far enough you will be able to see all 10 months of me blabbing about the fic on tumblr before I started posting. CONTAINS SPOILERS

Phorid

Graphic for my beloved fake technical death metal band.

❤️ By Others:

BVCK METAL

Metal playlist by the lovely @setmeatopthepyre! Complete w/ many notes about why which song was chosen.

Phorid Logo

The logo for Tommy's metal band! Also made by @setmeatopthepyre.

Title Header

Title header used for Chapter 2! By the also lovely @trombonechurchill.

Tommy Fanart

Absolutely incredible art of Tommy in his Phorid merch by the wonderful @pluralityofaxes!

Dag Fanart

More phenomenal art from @pluralityofaxes, this time of my favorite dead son Dag Ahlström.

collapse Playlist

A wonderful playlist by @geddyqueer about some musical stuff re: Phorid, specifically for their song collapse.

Tommy Fanart

Amazing fanart of Tommy playing the drums by @chimneyz!

Birgit Fanart

Very cute Birgit fanart by @peppermintquartz!

borealis Album Cover

A fantastic Phorid album/cassette cover by @pluralityofaxes!

Tommy Fanart

Another spectacular Tommy by @pluralityofaxes!

Buck Fanart

Beautiful stickerbook Buck by @pluralityofaxes!

Speculative Stuff

Thrilled to announce that people are interested in playing in the Popstar!au sandbox. None of these are 'canon' to the universe. Some are fanworks about my OCs.

pickup sticks

A drabble by @corporatebanana about Dag/Tommy.

Dag/Tommy

Ficlet?Snippet? By @pluralityofaxes also about Dag/Tommy.

Polyphorid

A lovely Phorid gifset/edit by @tommykinard!

Meet Phorid

Another lovely gifset/edit by @tommykinard!

Side Fic

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Dag reaches across the middle console and puts his hand on Tommy’s leg. He squeezes, feeling the shift of muscle under his palm as he does.

“If we get stuck in traffic, can I jerk you off?”

“No,” Tommy laughs and adjusts his sunglasses, but he doesn’t make any move to push Dag’s hand away.

“Why not?” Dag asks, sliding his hand a little higher. “You’ve got tinted windows.”

“It has nothing to do with the windows, it’s the distracted driving.” Tommy says.

“C’mon. Traffic here can be completely stopped,” Dag drags his hand a little bit lower instead, until he reaches the hem of Tommy’s shorts, and then he starts trying to wiggle his fingers up the leg hole.

“If it stops completely I’ll consider it,” Tommy does swat at Dag’s hand then.

Dag retaliates by grabbing some leg hair and pulling. Tommy yelps.

“Is this more or less distracting than if I was pulling your dick?”

“That’ll depends on how good of a hand job you give me,” Tommy grabs Dag by the wrist, yanks it away, and holds it against the middle console.

“So I can jerk you off in traffic?” Dag asks sweetly, tapping his fingers against the console.

“Not right now,” Tommy says.

Dag taps his fingers some more. Tommy lets go of his wrist and then squeezes their hands together, before he has to go back to driving. Dag waits a few minutes, and then casually drops his hand back onto Tommy’s thigh.

“Behave,” Tommy says mildly, glancing at Dag in his peripheral, before looking back to the road.

“I’m an angel,” Dag says, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth across Tommy’s leg.

“Mmm, you’re definitely something.” Tommy nods.

The streets of Los Angeles are bright and sunny as they drive. Every time Dag’s here, it strikes him how much it does look like a movie. Palm trees and blue skies, shoes dangling by their laces on power lines.

“Can we go to the Hollywood sign?” Dag asks

Tommy rolls his neck to the side to frown at Dag balefully, before returning his attention to the road.

“If you want,” he says. “I’ve never been, but I know there are hikes.”

“Somewhere to take pictures,” Dag says. “I don’t need to touch it or anything.”

“I don’t know if you even can,” Tommy says, before looking thoughtful as they approach a red light. “I should say, I don’t know if you can legally. If you wanna go trespassing we can, but it’ll make touring difficult if you get arrested.”

“No,” Dag shakes his head firmly. Their first North American tour they’d been pulled over in the van in Texas, and Jan had been driving with his terrible English. It had been awful. “I don’t need to experience American police again.”

Tommy laughs.

“What else do you wanna do while you’re in town?” He ask.

“Besides jerk you off in traffic?” Dag slides his hand down and squeezes just above Tommy’s knee. “I want to go to the Cheesecake Factory.”

“You don’t even like desserts,” Tommy plops his hand on top of Dag’s while they wait at the light, smiling widely.

“We can share a slice of something,” Dag says. “Also I want to go to Olive Garden.”

“Okay, okay,” Tommy nods. “You’ve come all the way to California to eat at our chain restaurants and jerk me off in the truck, good to know.”

“I’ll jerk you off anywhere,” Dag says smugly, because Tommy’s stopped denying that the traffic hand job will happen, which is a good sign. “Also Jan says I should go to the Getty.”

Tommy looks thoughtful.

“We can do that, I haven’t been since I was a teenager. They’ve got a garden you’ll like,” Tommy says, before adding firmly. “You’re not going to jerk me off at the Getty.”

“Not even in the bathroom?”

“I would prefer it to take place on a bed in my room,” Tommy heaves a sigh, and puts his hand back on the gearshift as the light turns green. “Since we’re not on tour and don’t need to hunt around for privacy.”

“Whatever you want,” Dag says magnanimously, now paying a little more attention to how Tommy’s driving. “I’m noticing that this truck is a manual.”

Goddammit. Tommy was right about the distracted driving issue actually. It’s not like he’s just going on and off the breaks.

“It’s amazing that, for how often you stare at my hands, you’re just now noticing.” Tommy teases.

“I didn’t ask you to finger me in traffic,” Dag points out, which he thinks is very reasonable.

“We could actually manage that,” Tommy says dryly. “Since you’d come in about ten seconds—”

“Not ten!” Dag squawks.

“Maybe twenty seconds at most,” Tommy continues. “Your prostate is like a come button, it’s very convenient.”