#Viva Indifference

[glittergroovy]

Viva Indifference - Frank Iero & The Patience

[m1xt4pe-m4ster]

i’ve never been more frank iero coded in my life.

[fades-in-time]

But I don’t care No I don’t care

[transmascmikey]

Feeling things about these lines today

[soviet-spectre]

Hello girlies, got my first tattoo finally!!! Thank you to the amazing @/nomadleetattooing for making this insanely beautiful thing and thank you Mr. iero for being my emotional support creature

[hazardsoflove]

i have 20 folders full of like. 100 some frames each time to pick what lyrics i wanna use

[thearchercore]

either sainz at sauber or merc where george will terrorize him I'm giggling either way. For the first time in my life im on #TeamCheco ¡Viva la mexico!

i was very indifferent towards checo though i liked his dynamic with max at rbr, but after "charles was strong, eh?" i am so rooting for him to get at least one year long renewal at red bull.

[simplydannie]

In this story, Velvet is a few years older than her brother ❤️

FYI. Tye is an OC of mine that appears in my “Back to the Underground” series! I apologize for the confusion. He makes his first appearance on Part 5. Enjoy!

The siblings have relocated to Bergentown where they seek the help of the Trolls as Velvet has been deemed “poisoned” by their essence.

They try to make it their new home: Velvet attempts to plan a birthday surprise for her brother in hopes the Trolls would come… but she soon realizes that it’s them against the world.

Velvet felt good about today. She was sure it would turn out great. She finished setting up the last of the balloons around the roller rink.

Today was Veneers birthday. It had been four months since they got released, four months that they had stayed in the Bergen Castle in Bergentown. They needed to get back on their feet after everything that happened. Veneer saw how his sister was still poisoned by the effects the Trolls. He had written a letter to them asking for help…and now here they were.

At home they had nothing, only the house they had stayed in with their parents….that in itself felt lonely. Those at Rageous treated them indifferently. “Troll Torturers” is what they called them…and they weren’t wrong. At least for the moment, they could start new here before going back.

Velvet had decided to give it a shot and invite the Trolls to his little surprise party she had planned. Veneer never really had any luck at birthday parties….or friends. He would always get so excited. He’d make invitations, hand them out…and no one ever came. It was always them and their parents. She could only hope today was different.

She looked at the clock….it was 6:45.

“I told Veneer to be here at 7:45. I think there’s still time.” She walked to the door to peer through the window.

Poppy made her way back to pop troll village to gather everyone else for the surprise party Velvet had told them about. Out of all of them, Branch was the only one unsure… and a new little Troll they had rescued from Rageous, Tye. Both had yet to trust the two giant Rageons… even if Veneer for some reason grew an attachment to Branch.

“Alright guys! Ready to head out?” Poppy exclaimed trying to sound enthusiastic. Everyone around her seemed unsure… they didn’t want to do this. Viva was the first person Poppy looked at.

“I’m with you Poppy, but everyone else… well.” She looked at Clay.

“We still can’t forgive them of what they did. And here we are going to celebrate Vens birthday like nothing ever happened.” Clay exclaimed.

“No. No it’s not like that it’s….” Poppy was stuck, she didn’t know what she could say that would convince them.

Floyd came in, “They’re trying. Ven was the one to ask for help remember? AND he was the one to admit to everything, put a stop to it! Come on guys!”

His brothers and the rest seemed to take in his words, all except for Branch and Tye. Yet, Branch was willing to give it chance… for Floyd… this infuriated Tye.

“Why do you care for them so much?” He asked bitterly. “They don’t deserve your kindness or anyone else’s! Rageons are nasty, selfish creatures!”

“Tye wait…” Poppy tried to say. He ignored her.

“No I’m sorry Poppy! You can’t go on forgiving everybody when they’re unforgivable! It’s no one’s fault that those two big freaks have no friends.” Tye scoffed and crossed his arms. His words ate its way into the minds and heart of everyone around them.

“I agree. We’re not going, neither are you little bro.” John Dory stated looking at Floyd. His brother gave him the most quizzical look.

“Are you serious?” Floyd remarked.

“Dead serious. I ain’t loosing my little brother again.”

“Sorry but you’re way passed telling me what to do.” Floyd began to walk away before he felt hair wrap around him. “Hey! What gives!” He turned to see Bruce and Clay holding him back firmly.

“We agree with John and this one Floyd.” Bruce replied. Floyd struggled as his brothers held him back. Branch and Viva walked over to Poppy who was watching in confusion.

“Branch, tell them it’s okay. Tell them to let Floyd go.”

“I’m….. I’m sorry Poppy. I don’t want him going either. Or you.” He replied.

“I…. I have to agree with your boyfriend on this one.” Viva said shyly glancing towards the ground.

“What?”

“Poppy, I nearly lost you and dad once. What if it is a trap? What if they have something planned to take us all back to Rageous?” Viva asked.

“We can’t risk it. I can risk you or Floyd being caught.” Branch held Poppy’s hand but she retracted.

“But I promised…. WE promised.” She said.

“For the sake of your safety… some promises are meant to be broken.” Branch stated.

7:40. DING.

The door to the roller rink pinged open. Velvet hoped it would be Poppy and everyone else, but when she looked she saw her brother. He stood there now in his normal Veneer attire that he used to wear before Velvet had him change: he was obsessed with his black skinny pants and new black sneakers. This time he wore a black, short sleeve undershirt and a puffy red sleeveless vest over. He began wearing his beanies again; today it was purple.

He glanced around excitedly at the set up and decorations. He smiled as he made his way over to his sister.

“Vels! Is this… is this for me?” He asked with a gleeful expression. Velvet attempted a smile…. Everyone was supposed to be here by now… She wanted to surprise him with the amount of people at his party… there’s still time… they have to come….

“Yeah. Surprise. I think everyone is running a little late though.” She finally said.

“Everyone? You mean like, actually people are coming!?” He began to grow excited.

“No Veneer monkeys are coming to your party.” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh ha-ha.” He said. He began getting jittery, “I’m hungry. I didn’t eat. I’m was nervous but excited but mostly nervous, so like, I didn’t eat anything. Can I get a pizza?” He began to blabber… ..yep he was nervous.

“Okay a slice for now. Then we can pass our time playing ski ball. As I remember I still held the title.” Velvet smirked.

“Yeah when we were like 8. Times have changed sis, and I’m practically a man now. So you’re going to loose.” He smirked.

“Whatever.”

Two hours….

Two hours and still no one. Velvet sat at the booth with her hands buried in her face… it happened again….Veneer would go another birthday with no friends to celebrate with. Seeing that something was bothering her, Veneer came to join her.

“You okay?” He asked. One thing she learned during their time here is to be more open with him… she used to be, but she had closed herself off completely. Velvet hesitated a moment.

“They were supposed to come Veneer. I…I invited the Trolls… they were supposed to be here.” She told him. Velvet couldn’t look him in the eye. Ever since bringing him into her plan of fame, she’s done nothing but ruin things for her brother… and here she ruined it again. She felt a hand on hers… she finally looked at Veneer.

“Dont worry about it sis. What’s new anyways?” He said. It honestly hurt her how calm he was about this…. About no one coming to his birthday party. He was so used to not having anyone except his parents and sister. She wished others would give him a chance… she knows they’d like him. A moment of silence passed between them.

“Vels, honestly… I think I’ve enjoyed my time with you more. It reminded me of old times…. You’re just a tad bit more scary now.” He said.

“Way to ruin the moment jerk!” She shoved him playfully…. But it was true. Their time here at the rink felt like old times… when they were kids… when things were normal, when they were happy. This was their new normal now, and they had to make the best of it…. Even if it was just going to be them two.

“Well, there’s still cake and my present to open.” She said.

“Is it my illegal pet monkey?”

“Do you want to go back to prison?” They stood up and walked over to the table we his cake and one present were…. Her mind began to swirl with anger. She knew the Trolls were hesitant in trusting them, but they had promised, they had promised to be there to make Veneers day happy. She tried to compress her anger and new found hatred for the Trolls. Why stay here? Why even try?

Velvets new mission was to get her and Veneer away and out of here for good…. She didn’t care if they had no where else to go. Anything would be better than this…

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oh yay tagged by kiefer @doomednarrative !!

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[snapeaddict]

Snapetober Day 7 - Corvids

Albus was about to dip his quill back in the inkwell when a quiet but steady knock interrupted him - frowning slightly, he lifted his head, his gaze instinctively drawn to the door on the other side of his office. Another second, however, was enough for him to realise that the sound could not have come from there, as it was too close to him and definitely not the type of noise one would make when knocking on wood. No, this was the sound of someone knocking on glass - behind him. 

He turned slightly in his seat. To his surprise, his gaze met with the piercing black eyes of a raven, who was standing proudly on the other side of the window. The beautiful animal was holding a roll of parchment secured by an elegant emerald ribbon. When Albus did not move, he started knocking on the window with his beak again.

Carefully, Albus unlocked it and extended a friendly hand, gesturing for the bird to come inside. 

"Well, aren't you magnificent", he commented as the raven landed elegantly on his right arm. He started stroking his feathers with the back of his left hand. "Look at our friend here, Fawkes", he said in his familiar's direction. "Won't you say hello?"

Fawkes was standing on his perch, to his right. He cast them a suspicious glance and, without delay, landed right on the headmaster's desk, the long red feathers of his tail knocking over most of the papers and quills that had been there. Albus sighed. 

Carefully, Fawkes approached the raven. The other bird glanced back at him with indifference, obviously waiting for the dull-witted human between them to relieve him of his burden. The phoenix tilted his head, observing him closely for a few more seconds. Albus thought he detected a hint of jealousy in his friend's posture - he prepared to stroke his feathers too, as a sign of peace, but just as he started moving his arm, Fawkes attempted to snatch the parchment from the raven's beak.

It was, of course, immediately followed by the other's retaliation as the corvid cawed loudly and tried to get away. 

Fearing for the safety of the letter, Albus risked his hand in the middle of their fight, snatching it from the raven with dexterity. The black bird tilted his head to look at him and, seemingly satisfied with the fate of his delivery, jumped onto the desk and started nudging Fawkes' head feathers, making him squawk in indignation. 

Overall, it was very much like a kitten fight, Albus thought. He turned his attention back to the parchment roll. Tied to the ribbon was a card, which he promptly turned. It read as follows:

To: Severus Snape

From: The European Academy of Potioneers, Alchemists and Herbalists 

Albus' heart missed a beat. Two thoughts rushed through his mind at the same time, and he looked at the card confusedly for a few more seconds: Severus had passed his final doctorate viva only yesterday - it was too soon - and why was he the one to receive the boy's correspondence? A bird always went to the person the letter was addressed to, unless there was an issue. 

He looked up again. Fawkes was lying on his back, kicking the raven with his legs provocatively. There went the myth of the dignified phoenix. 

"I'll leave you two gentlemen to handle your business", he told them very seriously. "I trust it will be carried with the utmost civility."

-

He was coming down the stairs precipitately when he ran into Minerva - startled, he almost fell over, and she was the one who stabilised him. She straightened her glasses.

"I thought we were having tea?" she told him drily. "I certainly did not get the time wrong."

Albus smiled at her.

"You did not, my dear professor. There simply is a minor setback - this", he showed her the parchment roll, "just came for Severus and I need to find the boy."

Minerva raised a disapproving eyebrow, following him downstairs.

"And why was it delivered to you?"

"I suppose the bird could not find him anywhere, and because it is an important letter, brought it to me instead of returning it to the sender."

"An important letter?"

Albus handed her the parchment sroll. 

"From the academy."

Minerva stopped, looking down at the card with astonishment. 

"That's his doctorate!"

"What I find rather strange is that it usually takes several days for the committee to make their decision known", Albus said, opening and closing a door behind them. "That is extremely quick."

Minerva frowned. 

"He hasn't failed", she replied blankly. 

"Of course he hasn't, Minerva. Which makes it all the more exciting."

He knocked on the door to Severus' quarters, took a step back, and waited. When he received no reply, he tried two more times, but to no avail. 

"He might be in his laboratory", Minerva ventured. "He's been living there for three years."

Albus sighed. "I was hoping he would take a break from this now that all is done, but that might explain it. Let's go, my dear."

-

The door was open, and for once, there was no suspicious smoke or fumes coming out of the lab. When a soft knock on the door went unanswered, Albus made his way in, closely followed by Minerva.

The place was lit by a dozen candles, and two cauldrons stood in its center, which was much less that usual. 

Severus was at his desk, his head buried in his arms above a thick pile of notebooks and loose paper. They could only see half of his face, but he looked incredibly peaceful - without his usual scowl, the Potion Master looked very young, and indeed he was.

He was only 25.

While Severus' apartments were at ground level, his lab, like his classes, was located underground. There were no windows and, as a result, the raven had evidently been unable to find him.

For a few moments, his colleagues observed him in silence - the first fondly, the other obviously disapproving of his chaotic sleep schedule.

"He looks angelic", Albus whispered. 

"You mean he looks like death warmed over", Minerva replied acerbically. 

Gently, she nudged his shoulder. The Slytherin's head jerked up - he straightened in his seat, looking startled and lost in the few seconds it took him to put back on his usual air of indifference, which he did with some difficulty. He blinked several times. 

"Headmaster, Professor McGonagall", he managed, looking around him before returning his gaze to the two of them. "What...?"

"We are very sorry to disturb you, my boy", Albus told him. "I would have let you sleep, but this just came for you, and I do believe you will want to open it as soon as possible."

Minerva handed him the parchment scroll, which Severus took with unconcealed surprise.

"Is that... already?" he muttered to himself.

"I think it is", Albus replied excitedly. 

Minerva cleared his throat. He took on a more serious expression. "Should we leave you to open it, Severus?"

The young man hesitated.

"No", he said quietly. "You are welcome to stay. I just don't understand why it came so early."

"It might be good news?"

"Or bad ones. I suppose a poor performance does not require much deliberation."

Minerva rolled her eyes.

"You did not give a poor performance, dear. And your supervisors thought your thesis was "genius", if I recall. You have no reason to be afraid."

Severus nodded, though he did not look convinced. He unrolled the parchment, revealing a neatly hand-written text written in green ink, and remained silent as he read through it in its entirety.

Both Minerva and Albus felt the tension building up: the deputy headmistress even started biting her lip, a habit she had picked up in her school days. 

"I passed", Severus finally said, his voice blank. "With an Outstanding mention, unanimous congratulations from the jury, and four proposals for publication."

And, because he was not hugely skilled at communicating his emotions, Albus and Minerva did it for him, bursting out with joy. 

-

"Albus, this is a complete mess."

Two screaming birds almost flew right into them, the collision only avoided thanks to Severus' quick reflexes. 

"Severus, get your raven off my familiar, I beg you", Albus asked plaintively.

Fawkes and the raven landed on the floor, bickering ferociously. 

"My raven?"

"He brought your letter."

"I don't know him."

"Look at what he's doing to Fawkes!"

"Let the bird have his moment, Albus", Minerva intervened jokingly. "One cannot always be regal, even a phoenix."

"I am fairly certain that is your fire-whiskey bottle they are about to knock over, Minerva - the very one you want to celebrate with."

"WHAT-"

[ratethisalbum]

#102) Parachutes

Frank Iero and the Patience

Suggested by: Anonymous

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Spotify ~ Youtube

(Remember to listen first, then rate!)

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Tracklist:

1 World Destroyer 2 Veins! Veins!! Veins!!! 3 I'm A Mess 4 They Wanted Darkness... 5 I'll Let You Down 6 Remedy 7 Dear Percocet, I Don't Think We Should See Each Other Anymore. 8 Miss Me 9 Oceans 10 The Resurrectionist, or An Existential Crisis in C♯ 11 Viva Indifference 12 9-6-15

[m1xt4pe-m4ster]

viva indifference 🦂

[glittergroovy]

Post Directory: Frank Iero

Pencey Prep

album: Heartbreak In Stereo

P.S. Don't Write / Yesterday / Don Quixote / Ten Rings / The Secret Goldfish / Eighth Grade / Nineteen / Trying To Escape The Inevitable / Lloyd Dobbler / Florida Plates / Fat And Alone

other: Attention Reader / Death Of The Lionheart / Heroin Slow / Home

LEATHERMØUTH

album: XØ (2009)

5th Period Massacre / Catch Me If You Can / Attacked By Monsters / Kill The President / Murder Was The Case / Sunsets Are For Muggings / My Lovenote Has Gone Flat / Your Friends Are Full Of Shit / Bodysnatchers 4 Ever / Leviathan

frnkiero andthe cellabration

album: Stomachaches (2014)

All I Want Is Nothing / Weighted / Blood Infections / She's The Prettiest Girl At The Party / Stitches / Joyriding / Stage 4 Fear Of Trying / Tragician / Neverenders / Smoke Rings / Guilttripping / Where Do We Belong

Death Spells

album: Nothing Above, Nothing Below (2016)

Diluted / Why Is Love So Disastrous? / Hate Unconditional / Choke On One Another / Where Are My Fucking Pills? / End Of Life / Hell All-American / Hypnotic Spells / Fantastic Bastards / Underneath It All / I Know I Loathe You

Frank Iero & The Patience

album: Parachutes (2016)

World Destroyer / Veins! Veins!! Veins!!! / I'm A Mess / They Wanted Darkness... / I'll Let You Down / Remedy / Dear Percocet / Miss Me / Oceans / The Resurrectionist / Viva Indifference / 9-6-15

misc

2.5mg Just Ain't Enough For Me

[carrionkid]

Here's my monthly music roundup for February!

Let Go - KMFDM

Circuits and Curses - Firewerk

Azoic - Specimen

An Indifferent Beat - Oizone

Beers, Steers, & Queers - Revolting Cocks

Pins and Needles - The Birthday Massacre

Voltage 2.3: Remixed and Revisited - Left Spine Down

The Used - The Used

It Screams Disease - Carfax Abbey

Candy - PIG

Is A Real Boy - Say Anything (literally so sorry this is one of my favorite albums in the world)

The Ugly Organ - Cursive

Don't Blow Your Cover - Various (kmfdm tribute album from 1999)

Filth - Swans

Wanda Jackson in Person - Wanda Jackson

Leader of the Pack - The Shangri-La's

The Last Temptation of Reid - Lard (what's better than this, Jello Biafra and Al Jourgenson)

Surgical Meth Machine - Surgical Meth Machine (got jumpscared bc I didn't realize jello also featured on a song here)

db9d9 - db9d9

Yours Until the War is Over - Amigo the Devil

The Other Side of Fate - Team Cybergeist

Pigmata - PIG

The Same Old Blood Rush With a New Touch - Cute is What We Aim For

¡Viva La Cobra! - Cobra Starship

Andiamo - Authority Zero

1000 Gecs - 100 Gecs

I'm going to bed, so here's my February list. It is a deeply unhinged list I think BANSJSBNDJFB

[lorei-writes]

Congrats again Lorei! 🐥🐥

If prompt 4 for Leon interests you, I hope you'll give it a shot (I'm interested to find out what it would entail 👀)

Aye, thank you! <3

We've talked about it before, so well... This work features an OC of mine. I suppose it really did end up being interesting in all sorts of ways >:)

»All the things we choose to share«

Leon x OC (OC Chart: Viva) ~550 words Content Warnings: none

Silent Rhythm

Light dims, flames perched on the chandelier trembling to then curl into themselves. Vibrant lords and ornate ladies huddle over the ballroom floor, half-submerged in gossip shallows. They puff out their chests, embroidered silks of their suits and gowns their plumage, golden rings taking the place of talons. Eyes cast towards the entrance, they wait. The door opens.

Mea culpa.

A woman steps forward, dressed in just a plain linen dress. Rags intruding on riches, blonde curls fall over her shoulders, disorderly and unbridled like the freckles marking her face. The guests frown and scowls twist knightly faces, handsomeness souring at this dishonour. Irrelevant; proud like a starved lioness, Viva marches into the hall that does not welcome her. Candle flames spin themselves into a thread. At a flick of her wrist it becomes a gown, ephemeral gold softly enveloping her limbs, a tiara crowning her mane. Noblemen and noblewomen fade away one by one as she treads onwards, indifferent towards the marbles, the feast, velvets, foreign fashion, noxious remarks or nebulous complaints. The heels of her shoes plink like glass. Swarms of spurred whispers buzz.

Have you not had enough? How much more can you take from us?

The cage of rumours falls. All turns to black – black like his hair, like the soil that had once been his bed. It is just him, just them. Leon offers her his hand, the amber of his eyes shimmering like gold when exposed to her flames. Viva accepts his invitation. She burns, her touch the scalding guilt brought by that single coin. Callouses to callouses, they are joint. Leon opens his mouth, but her chest presses against his, her breath silently caressing the shell of his ear.

We are both fakes, little slave boy. So keep your mouth shut, hm?

Of course; Leon places his hand on the small of her back. Her laughter is the sound of a collapsing sun, the ballroom replacing the void. Viva leaps to the left, and he follows as if in her palm, as docile as a circus lion when in presence of her hurt. He grasps at her fingers, brings her closer still. Almost as one, they move. She leads. He leads.

Whatever happens, I will not proclaim you the king.

From fire to ashes, Viva withers, her cursed gown dimming with each swirl of her skirts. Her feet seem heavy or weighted down, each step more of a stomp, ungracefully bound to the floor. She struggles, but for what? Her movements lose their power, thundering roaring inside her chest being replaced by hollow quiet. The fire has cooled, so Viva withdraws, a smile of a penitent on her lips. Her heel breaks for her due fall to begin.

I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry.

…

Who said I would let you go?

Leon catches her hand. He chases what is left of her, breathes new life into fading smoke, raising winds just one step short of tearing her apart. Glass shoes shatter as he forces her to discard them. Shame vaporises, guilt lies forgotten, penance, sins, retribution and revenge – all is irrelevant as they dance, freed of any prior inhibitions. Warmth blazes anew. Leon holds onto Viva, so very alive and living, his phoenix reborn. She clutches back at him, perhaps understanding that he too has been resurrected once.

Nobody. Nobody did.

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Last song you listened to: Viva Indifference - Frank Iero

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