#I&039;m Bleeding

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New Audio: French Duo Denuit Share Tense and Propulsive "I'm Bleeding"

New Audio: French Duo Denuit Share Tense and Propulsive "I'm Bleeding" @heygroover @romainpalmieri @DorianPerron

French goth duo Denuit — Lis (vocals) and Ivi (keys) — specializes in a synth-driven goth that features elements of coldwave and post punk. Last year, the duo released their sophomore album Inferno. Inferno‘s latests ingle “I’m Bleeding” features glistening synth arpeggios, relentless four-on-the-floor and an angular bass line paired with Lis’ achingly plaintive vocals and rousingly anthemic…

[lonnymustreturntothevoid]

gerbert fics masterpost

—> specifically my own works from @/returntothevoid on AO3

your hot whiskey eyes (have fanned the flame)

rated E; 614 words

“You’re a fucking rat,” Gerard says with a grin. He climbs back into bed beside Bert, stealing a drag of his cigarette before laying down and closing his eyes. “I like you a lot.”

“Me or my dick?” He’s kidding, but somewhere deep down he does genuinely want to know.

sound effects and overdramatics

rated M; 1 039 words

It’s just fucking.

That’s what Gerard tells himself, at least. It’s generally difficult to think about anything other than sex when you’re high as a kite, caked in post-show sweat and being pinned to a brick wall by a guy just as far gone and desperate as you.

sleeping with roaches

rated E; 477 words

He’s happy here, he realizes. Buzzed and on the edge of consciousness, making someone that makes him feel safe feel so good.

All he knows is that he’s so, so tired. And happy. Gerard Way is happy.

sloppy kisses, dirty wishes (baby this is living)

rated E; 564 words

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Bert spits before ducking his face into Gerard’s neck. He bites his jugular and Gerard whines. He smells like sweat and weed and sex.

lunacy fringe

rated E; 2 025 words

Gerard watches and Bert notices his eyes go lidded as the smoke settles in his lungs. He leans forward, eyes flitting down to Gerard’s lips before he slides a hand to grip the back of Gerard’s skull and pulls him in to seal his mouth over his. Gerard moans and melts into it. It’s lazy and slow, out of character for both of them. Gerard thinks he might like it.

“I don’t think I’d mind hurting you,” Bert starts, breathing heavily and holding Gerard’s stare. “Only if it’s what you want, though, and that you’re 1000% sure it’s what you want.”

blue

rated E; 380 words

It’s times like these where he pretends he doesn’t exist—believes he’s nothing but something for Gerard to play with, something for him to satisfy. Something to be satisfied. It’s hard to think of much else when Gerard’s doing exactly as he promised.

old bones

rated M; 425 words

His lips are chapped and dry despite the sweat and Gerard laps at the taste.

tell me i’m an angel

rated E; 3 048 words

He gawks at the way Bert’s inky black hair clings to his neck like spiderwebs, the darkness of his tattoos accentuated against his honey-coloured skin when they’re wet, the curve of his arms, all lean muscle, and the broad shoulders he’d suddenly like to grab.

waste some time with you

rated E; 1 332 words

It’s become routine at this point. Gerard’s had a rough day, Bert fucks him until he passes out. What can really be considered a “rough day” at this point in his life is beyond him. Everything bleeds together—hours, drinks, shows, sex. What he considers a relatively okay 3pm-to-4am period (or whatever constitutes a day for a rock star with an increasingly concerning drug addiction) is one that he can barely remember once he wakes up. He wakes up next to Bert a lot, and he’s okay with that for now. They chase their hangovers away together and Bert likes to blow him awake sometimes. He likes being around him, and that says a lot because Gerard doesn’t really like being around a lot of people.

Oh, and he gives the best head Gerard’s ever had in his life.

[longdariavampysilver]

If you only Knew what i'm feeling in these hours...maybe you know it.I just need to see your sweet face, your wonderful eyes and im feeling like in a twirl of emotions.

[artjipson]

11 Questions with... Jeffrey Dean Foster

11 Questions with… Jeffrey Dean Foster

In our latest installment of ’11 Questions with…’ column, we are excited to feature Jeffrey Dean Foster. He is a gifted songwriter, singer, guitarist and more. We want to publicly thank him for taking the time out of his schedule to answer these questions for us here at YTAA! Jeffrey has been making some of the most thoughtful and energetic  music being made anywhere over four decades. His music…

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For You I'm Bleeding - Wolfsheim

For You I’m Bleeding – Wolfsheim

here i am darkness night is masking the cold that embraces me

can’t you see truth means fear your lying breath never will resist

alone i sit here waiting watching the world in it’s agony

because i have seen my future my crying face no cure i’m longing for

and no healer heals the evil i sought truth for you condemned to fail

for you, for you i’m bleeding and every new dawn ends in bitterness …

[kjsimmill]

Book review: Steven Ramirez, Even The Dead Will Bleed (@byStevenRamirez )

Book review: Steven Ramirez, Even The Dead Will Bleed (@byStevenRamirez ) #Bookreview

Phase one, infect a local population and turn them into engineered zombies. Phase two, relocate the patients who had the mutated strain for further experimentation. That appeared to have been the plan for Baseborn Identity Research, or at least the immediate one, but they hadn’t taken into account Dave Pulaski, and his insatiable desire to avenge his wife’s death. They were playing the long game,…

[corwinideas]

Peaceful Moments

I’ve started doing this new thing. I drive quite a lot. And I tend to have these super great (at least to me) ideas going through my head at random points. However, buzzing along the highway at 80mph and having a Eureka moment is a revelatory and disappointing experience. For example. I’ll be driving along and halfway listening to the podcast about the universe and pondering an interview or story…

[50thirdand3rd]

Bob Dylan - Classic Music Review: Bringing It All Back Home

Bob Dylan – Classic Music Review: Bringing It All Back Home

My father conned me into doing at least one Dylan review, so first, let’s get the sacrilege out of the way. I’ve never been a Dylan fan, for several reasons. One, he’s a terrible singer. Two, he’s musically boring. Three, he’s a lousy harmonica player. Four, the reverence that people of my father’s generation feel for Bob Dylan is so over the top that it triggers deep skepticism. I’ve come to…

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two blondes and a re(d) dress

i talk up the lady in the re(d) dress just standing there

you look amazing, angelic, fantastic!

and we blondes wear it best ** wink, wink **

but then of course comes a slipshod thought about us red-dress bests

how we might be able to minimize our inevitable and untimely leaks of melancholy

if only we could install some small tear-to-open at the top ketchup packets,

place them where our hearts are…